A/N So, I was pretty dumb to start a story during exams/right before summer. But, exams are done now, so I was able to write this chapter. Since summer is coming up, I'll be writing even more, but I won't have very much access to the computer, so updates will be irregular. But, hopefully that means multiple chapters posted in one day!

Here is chapter 2 of Definitions. Thanks for the reviews, I really appreciate every one of them!

This chapter gets more personal with Riley and Roger's home life. I don't know how that even got incorporated into the story. Just a random stroke of inspiration, I guess.

Disclaimer: Do I look like William Golding? Well, you can't see me. But I'm not William Golding, I swear. So, I own nothing. Except Riley.

Big Brother: An older male sibling who provides guidance and protection.

Ralph, Jack and Simon had returned from their excursion excited and full of adrenaline. They told our group that there was lots of fruit to eat, fresh water to drink, and pigs. Jack seemed especially happy there were pigs on the island and vowed to kill one.

Meanwhile, at our camp, we hadn't done very much. Piggy tried to learn people's names and convince them to build shelters, but they decided running around crazily, swimming and playing games was more important. I would've liked to have helped Piggy, but I was afraid Roger might get angry. And Roger can go into a frenzy of rage when he gets mad. Roger and I weren't very happy with each other because of the whole leader thing, but I could see he disliked Piggy immensely, and that was enough for me to not help him.

Ralph and Jack stood in front of our group, telling them about the island, when a little boy approached Ralph.

"Is the beast going to come back?" he asked shyly.

This caught all of the older kids off guard. What beast? All the little kids seemed to know exactly what this one boy was talking about, and even some of the ten year olds did, however, the group of older kids seemed utterly confused.

"Beast? What beast?" Ralph voiced what all the older kids were thinking.

"The snake-thing."

"There is no snake thing-"

"Ralph's right," Jack interrupted Ralph, "but if there was, we'd hunt it and kill it. Me and my choirboys are the hunters, and we could take care of any beast. But, of course, there is no beast."

The kids didn't seem convinced. I didn't think that Jack was being very convincing with his 'what if' scenarios. The kids here wouldn't understand that. But, Jack's talk did bring the subject of a possible beast to a close, and Ralph resumed his position running the assembly.

Ralph started to speak of rescue – the most important thing. Nobody questioned this – it was very clear and very known. We all wanted to go home. Maybe. Or, maybe life here could be better for me than life being beaten all the time. Even though here, survival would be an issue, I wouldn't have to endure being abused by my own mother. As long as I kept on Roger's good side, there was a good chance I wouldn't be hit once while on this island.

"We need to make a fire!" I tuned back in when Ralph made this exclamation.

Apparently, the whole group agreed, because everyone started yelling in agreement and following Jack up to the mountain. I looked around to see none other than my brother right by Jack's side. Of course.

Though I had only been on the island a few hours, and Jack wasn't even with Roger half the time, it was clear that Jack and Roger weren't exactly best friends, but Roger was a sidekick to Jack. And it didn't even seem voluntary. The way I see it, Roger thinks that Jack is his best friend. Anyone on the outside can see that Jack is really the leader, but Roger doesn't notice it. If only he did. I guess he was just used to falling into that role. At 'home', he would really be Mother's sidekick. He wouldn't exactly participate in slapping me around, but he would if Mother told him to. Sometimes there was a look in his eyes that asked for forgiveness; sometimes there was a look of longing. Longing for what? I wasn't sure, and I was afraid of the answer. Roger scares me sometimes. And other times, he can be the best big brother in the world. You just had to catch him in the right mood.

I snapped out of my mind state, and looked around, looking for a friend. No one in the choir, that was for sure. They looked like slaves to Jack. Other than the choir – or, hunters now – there was only little kids, a pair of twins, Piggy and Ralph. I looked around for Ralph, and saw him walking behind me with Piggy. Piggy was talking away, and Ralph looked like he couldn't care less. He looked to the ground, looking upset and angry. I fell back on my walking a little bit so I could walk beside him.

When he saw me, he looked up and his mood seemed to brighten a little bit. He smiled at me. I grinned, but my smile soon faltered when I saw Piggy still on the other side of Ralph, but looking mad at me for stealing the attention away from him. I wanted to tell him that Ralph wasn't paying attention to him, anyway.

I turned my sight back to Ralph. I wanted to talk to him about something, anything, but I couldn't think of how to start the conversation. I was hoping he would.

Finally he simply said, "Hi."

"Hi," I repeated through a smirk.

"Hello, Riley. Ralph and I were just discussing going home, and rescue, and shelters and fire…" Piggy continued on like this and I could see why Ralph had been so bored. Coming from anyone else, the things Piggy was saying could've been interesting, but not in his annoyingly high voice that just droned on and on. Ralph seemed to be thinking the same thing because his smile grew wider, forcing mine to grow as well.

"So…" Ralph started, trying to start a conversation, "Roger's your brother?"

"Yeah. He was the one who got me onto the plane. He wanted us to stay together. Of course, the plane crashed and now he's up there and I'm back here and…" I trailed off, realizing I didn't have a point.

Ralph looked at me, locking eyes for a few seconds. His eyes were a deep green. The colour was so rich and pure. He was staring into my muddy brown eyes. I broke the gaze first, not feeling comfortable with him looking at me. I had no idea how I looked, but I definitely felt awful. I had just been in a plane crash, been unconscious on a jungle floor, I hadn't washed my hair since before the plane trip, and, what I wouldn't do for a toothbrush!

I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make myself a little more presentable for Ralph. He was, after all, our leader. He deserved to have followers who were presentable. But that wasn't the real reason I wanted to look better - I might, possibly, like Ralph. Or, at least I could see it happening. He was cute and confident, a deadly combination.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked me.

"Nothing in particular," I lied, "why do you ask?"

"You were just, smiling – you looked like you had something on your mind."

Yes Ralph, I had something on my mind. Or rather, someone. You, "No, I'm not really thinking of anything."

He opened his mouth to say something, but all of the sudden, the boys came to a halt. We had reached the top of the mountain.

Jack started commanding people to gather wood and branches. Everyone aside from Ralph, Piggy and I did. I wanted to think the fire idea through before jumping in. A bunch of young, teenage boys with fire probably wasn't the best plan.

When enough branches and leaves had been collected, everyone stood around the fire, just waiting. I didn't really know what for. The boys probably expected the fire to magically light. Jack looked around for something, anything that could help. He spotted Piggy and walked over to him. He grabbed Piggy's glasses off his face as Piggy wailed in protest.

"Shut up, Fatty!" was Jack's response. I rolled my eyes at his immaturity. What was his problem with Piggy anyway? Sure, he was annoying as hell, but that didn't really warrant Jack's already constant abuse.

My eyes followed Jack walking towards the fire. He got on his knees, positioning the glasses so the sun would catch the lenses. A spark flickered and suddenly the boys were around the fire, blowing on the flame to make it grow. As it grew, they threw more branches and leaves on it. The fire kept expanding. Ralph told them to stop, but it was too late. The fire had spread down the trees on the island and around where we were standing. Jack was yelling at everyone, telling them what to do, but no one listened. Everyone was just freaking out in their own way.

The fire did eventually died down. And we eventually realized one of the littluns was missing. Everyone was really stressed out after the fire. The group aside from a few of the hunters on fire duty went back down to the beach and tried to relax. The boys ran into the ocean and immediately started playing. But I couldn't. I sat on the beach, holding my knees to my chest. I angled my head down so I didn't have to look at anyone. I let my tears run free.

I didn't understand how everyone could be so uncaring. Someone on this island had just died. And it was all our faults. I lifted my head to see if there was possibly anyone else who cared, but all I could see was boys ignoring the truth.

Roger approached me. He was soaked from swimming, not a trace of regret on his face. He was just like the rest of them. Roger sat down next to me. I looked away.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked me harshly.

"Nothing. What's wrong with you?" I replied in the same tone.

He looked towards me with his eyes dark and evil-looking, "Nothing. You're the one who's acting fucked up." I rolled my eyes. So now I was acting fucked up because I felt bad that someone died because of us?

"Whatever, Roger. Just leave."

"Don't tell me what to do. I'll do whatever the hell I want. And you're going to listen to me because I'm your older brother. Do you understand?" He commanded me with a rough voice.

"No." He lifted his hand. I closed my eyes and braced myself for contact. But then I heard a voice. The voice of an angel.

"Roger, Jack wants you to take your shift on fire duty," I opened my eyes and saw Ralph speaking.

Roger gave me a warning glare before leaving. I breathed a sigh of relief when he left. I could see a look of sadness on Ralph's face as he stood over me. I knew he felt awful about what happened, and I felt my own mood lift. He sat down next to me in complete silence, but it was a comfortable silence. We looked at each other, and Ralph put his arm around my shoulders. I closed my eyes and rested my head on his shoulder as I cried.

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