Chap. #5
Perspective: Piggy
I Have The Conch!
Ralph called a big meeting ; a bit ticked off he was and I don’t blame him. I mean I’d be plenty mad if I were him. He was really enforcing the law and it was pretty ludicrous on account of how furious he was. All the boys in the crowd were discursive amongst themselves while Ralph talked about the rules like you must go “short” by the rocks. I looked about and I realized the poor decorum of all the boys; slouching, dirty faces, filthy hands and their overall poor hygiene. I realize that we’re alone on the island, but good god man, we’re British, have some dignity.
Then Ralph brought up the BEASTIE it was like an incantation and everyone went silent. The words seemed to pierce everyone’s mind and struck fear into their hearts. I think everybody was baffled by the thought. There were no beastie right… the sad truth was no one really knew. I thought that I could be of some assistance to clarify this whole mess up. I reached my hands out trying to make a gesture to receive the conch, Ralph ignored apparently he wasn’t done. I waited then once again I reached out this time he handed me the transparent pink and white shell. What I then realized was I didn’t, really know what to say.
All of a sudden people were sniggering and shouting, I turned red with antagonizing fury . All as one we decided that who ever is holding the conch speaks and it seems that every time it comes to me no one cares. I am sick of it they laugh jeeringly.
I HAVE THE CONCH!!!!
Then Ralph brought up the BEASTIE it was like an incantation and everyone went silent. The words seemed to pierce everyone’s mind and struck fear into their hearts. I think everybody was baffled by the thought. There were no beastie right… the sad truth was no one really knew. I thought that I could be of some assistance to clarify this whole mess up. I reached my hands out trying to make a gesture to receive the conch, Ralph ignored apparently he wasn’t done. I waited then once again I reached out this time he handed me the transparent pink and white shell. What I then realized was I didn’t, really know what to say.
All of a sudden people were sniggering and shouting, I turned red with antagonizing fury . All as one we decided that who ever is holding the conch speaks and it seems that every time it comes to me no one cares. I am sick of it they laugh jeeringly.
I HAVE THE CONCH!!!!
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