Kill The Pig! Cut Her Throat! Spill Her Blood!

Day 4:




 
  

       I had a brilliant idea last night, camouflage. How had I not thought about it before, the only way to kill this pig is stealthily. Now all I needed to do was find the clay. Just then I remembered that I had seen some clay on the mountain, and went to grab it, this was going to be an experience.
When I had grabbed the clay and charcoal, I went down to the others, specifically the hunters and Sam and Eric. I went to them with my idea of camouflage, As I told them I began to put on my mask, the clay was warm and the charcoal was cold, but as I put it on I felt the feelings that I felt while  hunting, like I could do whatever I wanted because no one was watching.  And now, this face hid my real face, this face was that of a hunter. Even the two twins wanted to hunt. To be honest, I felt a little bad for not working with ralph. But those feelings were quickly suppressed by the constant desire for me to get meat.
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       Kill The Pig, Cut Her Throat, Spill Her Blood! I finally came to. The adrenaline had seemingly robbed me of my memory. I was different with the mask on, but a good different right? I mean I killed the pig didn't I? Simon, Ralph, Piggy and the others were waiting by a rather depressing fire. It was depressing because it was just ash, no flame, no color. Even so, I went up to Ralph and tried to tell him we had finally killed the pig. I was so excited, he would have been stunned about the stories of us circling around the pig and closing in on it. Instead I was greeted with a stern stare and the imminent explosion of the anger Ralph for some reason had built inside him. I began to tell him about how I killed the pig even though most of it was pages from other kids stories, again I couldn't fully remember how it all went down. Ralph shut me down saying that we let the fire out. I began to grow angry, the fact that we let the fire out was apparent, Ralph! Why won't he listen to my story, this constant back in forth didn't end until he said four of the most crushing words you can hear while stranded on a tropical Island, "There was a ship." The words echoed in my ears as I played them back in my head, we could have been rescued? And as I began to think about civilization I realized that I belonged here. It felt natural to me, to be in the wild with all these kids. For crying out loud there are no adults! What more could a kid want from a deserted island? Me and Ralph had had many debates like this one and it was naturally to be mad at me, I was a little mad at me also. But when Piggy spoke, his shrill voice felt like daggers to my head, and my hunters some how agreed. I couldn't handle it, I slapped Piggy right across the face. That'll teach him not to cross me I thought.
       When everyone had put there two cents in to the debate over who was wrong, we all began to eat. I invited everyone to eat and excluded Piggy, something about the way he talked to me didn't sit well with me and the fact that my hunters sided with him of all be made it all the more unsettling. Though I made an effort to not let Piggy have the meat, Simon tossed his portion over to him. But all  of that aside even though the meat was raw, the satisfaction of knowing that this creature died by my hands was filling enough.