DISCLAIMER I don't own Lord of the flies or characters I only own the idea anyway enjoy.

The airport, where Ralph, a very kind-hearted girl, was currently saying goodbye to the Baker who her dad had asked to drop her off at the airport. The chubby man was now leaving the building, becoming one with the crowd that surrounded her. The building was loud and busy. Ralph was standing alone by herself at the entrance, waiting to board. Suddenly, a rush of excitement overflowed within her.

This was going to be the first trip she would go on by herself ! ... well kind of you see there would be other boys riding the plan but she didn't really know them but as long as she tucked her long blonde hair away and kept her head down she wouldn't be found out right? As she sat down fiddling with her ticket she started to tell herself it's just gonna be for a few hours , there's nothing to worry about you'll be fine. Still her anxiety was going off in her head like a police siren telling her she should just go back home and don't be stupid! they'll eat you alive.

Now most of you are probably wondering why a girl is going on a plane disguised as a boy all by herself. Let me explain.

My family has always had a sort of curse or blessing, depending on which way you look at it,... The people in our area all know about it, so when the town found out my mother was having me, they had already planned out the gifts. In my father's side of the family, they always had sons, leaving me with a lot of uncles and cousins, which is kinda impressive if you think about it.

And then there's me, a girl with a long list of grandpas, uncles, and cousins.

Needless to say my parents were shocked to say the least. In fact, they were so sure they were having a boy that they even named me before I was born. The town was ecstatic about the baby, even though they had no idea that I, Ralph, was a girl. My parents didn't have the heart to tell the sweet people, because it would be awkward, and two, they had already bought gifts.

Flashback

As I grew older, my mother sadly died, and my father let the town know I was a girl, but many people didn't believe him. Father always loved to take me out to the sea for fishing or swimming or just to enjoy the view. Later, he got a job at the navy, and I was so happy for him, but to be honest, I would get really sad when he had to go across the ocean and leave me with Miss Mittens, one of Grandpa's old friends.

Anyway, you're probably wondering what this has to do with me going on a plan, but don't worry, I'll get to that. So, it started a week ago at home. I was walking home from school when I saw my father's car outside our house. I ran through the door and found him drinking tea at the dining table. He stopped drinking when he saw me, then we hugged and he went to boil the kettle to make me some tea. We sat across from each other. I could tell something was off. I gave him a suspicious look. I could tell he wanted to say something but his mouth remained shut. So...umm...how was the trip? I said, trying to sound casual. It was good. He spoke shortly. It was odd to Ralph because normally when he comes back, he would tell her all about his adventure, leaving no details unturned, but he was just quiet.

The room went silent for a while until her father finally decided to ask her if she wouldn't mind staying with her aunt in America. I was about to say I would love to, but he cut me off. The thing is, Ralph, I won't be able to go with you this time. He looked me in the eyes. At first, I thought he was joking, but the longer the silence went on, the more I knew my father was serious.

He spoke again, I have to go back to the navy, but if you don't want to go, I won't force you

I was just starting to look at him from across the table. The steam from my cup of tea had gone away, indicating it was cold. I knew my father had worked really hard trying to get that job. It wouldn't be fair for him to stay home all year looking after me. Unknowingly, I started to fidget with my hands. How will I get there? I spoke softly, almost like a whisper. Hearing my response, he perked up a bit. You'll be going on a plane, but don't worry. I know the pilot. We were classmates when I was a young lad.

I could hear the hope in my father's voice as he tried to convince me. To be honest, I was a bit terrified at the thought of going on a plane by myself, especially since I was a girl. The people in the town still think of me as a boy when I used to go with my father. People would come up to us and say to me, "Oh, he's handsome," or "You raise such a fine man." At first, it didn't really bother me since it was kinda true. I did resemble my father a lot. The only thing I got from my mother was her deep blue eyes, soft features, and, in my father's words, her smile. I still don't know what he means by that.

But other than that, me and my mother look like total strangers. I would sometimes just stare at my mother's family photos. She always smiled in every photo, unlike my moody father who would always pose like a statue. In truth, my mother was beautiful. I can see why my father took so many family photos.

Don't get me wrong, I love being a girl. It's great most of the time. But sometimes I wonder what it would be like if I were a boy for a day. Would I feel the same? Would I be a completely different person? Would people see me differently? Lost in her thoughts, Ralph snapped herself back to reality. She looked up at her father, trying to disguise her anxiety with determined confidence. She gave her best sly smile and spoke, "When do I leave?"

Present time

I gave my ticket to the man at the door and walked onto the plane. I sat at the back, luckily, my father had requested that I sit alone. I started to wonder off, my mind going foggy. Eventually, I fell asleep. Hopefully, when I wake up, I'll be in America.