Day 1

No one knows how we got here, or where this place is. Our 'leader', Jack, marched us across the beach like we was some soldiers to be run to the ground. I had one of my fits again when we reached that platform with the boy with the conch, Ralph. We went exploring later across the whole island. It's beautiful, the island, but it's empty of people. It's just us.

We came across a pig, just a little piglet. Jack had a knife and made the motions of killing it. He got quite angry about it. Like all mime's there's something about him I don't trust…

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Day 2

The little one with the mark on his face. He talked about a snake-thing, a beastie. It brought the whole meeting to chaos. Chaos; it seems inevitable. Jack is not helping.

The fire on the mountain. It was, IS a good idea, but it was too much, it got out of control. That little one, God what have we done.

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I forget the day. No one remembers how long we've been here, not even Piggy. Jack went out hunting, again, and came back with nothing, again. I think it's getting to him.

The shelters are a mess, no-ones helping anymore. The littluns might as well not be here, but they are. Someone has to watch out for them. I try. I don't know what I'd do if not for my place.

I remember something Dad told me once from Africa, about some soldiers there who left to live in the jungles with the savages. They called it "going native". I think Jack is going native.

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Another day.

We could have gone home today, there was a ship. Could have left this island before- But we didn't. We didn't get rescued 'cause we didn't have any smoke. As Ralph said, they let the bloody fire go out. Jack and his hunters, his stupid hunting, and the stupid pigs. If he hadn't gone hunting and taken samneric from the fire we could have gone home.

I'm afraid, afraid of what's happening to us, what's going on with Ralph and Jack and Piggy, afraid for the littluns. Something's going to happen soon, I can feel it. If we're at the point that giving meat to Piggy is bad thing, then what's next?

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The meeting did not go well. Every one took the serious stuff as silly stuff and the silly stuff as serious. We're doomed, I know that now. I wish sometimes I could speak in the assemblies, but I can't. I can't get anything to come out. If only I could make them realize what was happening.

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The beast. The twins saw it, but didn't see it, heard it but didn't hear it, ran from it, but didn't, it chased them but didn't. I feel sick. Might be from running into the tree. We hunted the beast, and of course didn't find it. Jack wants to build a fort now, on that pink mountain. He talks of making traps for enemies. What enemies? I worry about him and Ralph. Ralph's losing it, Jack's losing it.

Home, where we came from. I want to go home, Ralph wants to go home, Piggy and the littluns, Samneric. Everyone but Jack. I don't think he ever wants to leave. He likes it here, he has power.

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My place isn't helping me anymore. As I sit here, it's hot and hotter, oppressive heat. Like Jack.

I can here them hunting now, close. I hope they don't find me here. A pig, they've found another pig. God, it's coming to me, I can see it. Please no. It stopped, good. No, not good; now I have to watch them kill it here.

They left the head of the pig for the beast. A prize, an offering, from the madmen to the madness. Madness, I think I'm going insane too. The head, oh God, It's talking to me, a voice, the Lord of the Flies. Is it in my head? Oh, my head, no not another fit. It's happening.