We should have listened before acting

Day 2:






















       The day started with a meeting, and Ralph of course, was the center of attention. As everyone began to talk over each other, I was suddenly hit with an idea, we need rules, lots of them. And we need a punishment system, yes that would be great. As I thought about these rules, I realized that Ralph ha beaten me to it. He says that whoever wants to speak gets the conch and is able to speak, uninterrupted. But that system is flawed. My system is better because what if other people want to talk also? We began to talk about rescuing, and the crowd goes silent. The kids were not being optimistic, but Ralph was. However no matter how happy go lucky he seemed about his Dad coming and rescuing us, I knew deep down he was feeling scared. I know I was, but i didn't let it show.
       Suddenly, one of the little kids was pushed to the front of the crowd with his hands out for the conch. The littler kids pushed him there because they all thought it was important. As the boy –who now looked dwarfed by the shadow of us big kids– stepped forward, we realized he had a mark on his face like a mulberry. He stepped forward and no one was taking him seriously. I could tell he was feeling bad about himself. And of course piggy swooped in to be the nice guy by giving him the shell. The shell had now warped into a crown that symbolized power, whereas before it was just a tool used to unite everyone. The mulberry boy spoke up saying that there was a snake in the woods near his sleeping area. For all I know there could have been a snake in the woods, but then the mulberry boy elaborated on this issue saying that there was a beastie on this island. Now, that I found quite laughable, but in my best interests, I appeased the boy and stated that we would hut and kill it if there was a beastie on the island. Now, this was in my best interests because it gained me some respect and notoriety among the littler children.
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       Ralph made us go up the mountain to try to build a signal fire and I for one thought it was a great idea, meanwhile piggy was babbling to himself about how we were like a crowd of kids, which I found weird because we are kids. As we went through the forest we picked up tons of rotten wood to make a huge pile of wood and kindling. And when we had finally built the pile it dawned upon me that we didn't have means to start a fire. Being the sharp one that I am I quickly thought of another way to start a fire, matches. "Anyone have matches?" I asked. No one had matches. As I was just about to give up hope, the fat boy came through. Let me explain: It wasn't really the fat boy that came through, but more what he was wearing... on his face. Spectacles! Asserting my dominance over Piggy and the others, I quickly ripped those darn spectacles right off the bridge of his nose. In turn, that ended up angering him, but because of the fault in his eyesight, he wasn't able to reach even near me to get a swing in. As I shined the light on the pile of wood, smoke rose out of it. We had a signal fire. However, even with everyone tending to it at the same time, we were only able to keep the fire going for a short period of time. And when the fire died out we had realized our mistake: there was a fire, but no smoke. Piggy flipped. It was kind of funny to see a short and fat kid get all red in the face and throw his hands around, no one could take him seriously. And as he ripped the glasses back from me he began to scream louder demanding that since he has the conch he should be allowed to speak. However, me, trying to enforce some order, brought up the point that the conch rule only applied to the platform and scar. A point that was quickly shot down by ralph's piercing words. And as piggy held his glasses, smoke began to lift from the creepers, and it continued to spread. It went from a little bit of smoke, to huge flames and plumes of smoke. We looked around and we all wilted when there was no sign of the mulberry boy on the mountain top. And there was no way to tell if we had all the Littl'uns because Piggy forgot to count them up, which is traced back to our enthusiasm about the signal fire. We should have listened before acting on impulse.