It was a few weeks after we had all been rescued and something still felt amiss. I missed my old life, my life on the island. A new boy had been chosen as the head of the choir while I was gone, so I felt as if I were no longer needed and alone. Only on the island did people listen to me. On the island people respected me, and now I was just another kid in the hallways of my school. I hate going to school again. It was loud and crowded, nothing like the serenity of hunting in the forest.
One day when I was walking in the hallway to my next class and I was a little jumpy, as usual. As expected, I wasn’t used to so many people shouting and prancing about in such a crowded space and it made me on edge. A boy much larger than me stepped out of …show more content…
After a while they realized that the conch didn’t mean power, food did, and I could get them that food. Everyone came to join my tribe except for Ralph, Piggy, Samneric, and Simon.”
With a maniacal chuckle I added another bit of information, “But Simon wasn’t around long after I made my own tribe.”
“Were these boys your friends? What happened to Simon?”
“Ha! I hated those boys. It’s a joke to say that we were friends, we were enemies. And what happened to Simon, he crawled out of the woods during a massive storm. It was the first feast I had with my new tribe and we were doing a tribal dance. I saw Simon appear from the tree line and I knew it was him. The other kids didn’t know but I could tell. He was trying to tell us something but I didn’t care. Simon wasn't a part of my tribe so his death wouldn't hurt the strength of my tribe.”
“Y-y-you killed him? In cold blood? Jack, there was no need for that. What brought you to do something so horrid?”
“I just wanted to kill him. I wanted to feel his life drain away and know that I was the one who did it. After killing my first pig there was a feeling deep inside me. A feeling that longed for blood. I can’t shake that feeling. I wanted to kill and I still want to …show more content…
I stood up slowly, like a phoenix rising from a festering pyre. I walk towards the the side table and picked up the heavy glass lamp. The psychiatrist commanded me to take a seat at once. I peered out from under my brow and gave them a look of pure malice. I raised the lamp high above my head but this time I didn’t take any time to decide where to strike... . I brought the lamp crashing down on his head like a freight train. The psychiatrist slumped to the floor with a slight shiver. Red ooze began seeping from the psychiatrist’s head. I remembered the day when the conch shattered and I remembered Piggy falling to his gruesome death. I
One day when I was walking in the hallway to my next class and I was a little jumpy, as usual. As expected, I wasn’t used to so many people shouting and prancing about in such a crowded space and it made me on edge. A boy much larger than me stepped out of …show more content…
After a while they realized that the conch didn’t mean power, food did, and I could get them that food. Everyone came to join my tribe except for Ralph, Piggy, Samneric, and Simon.”
With a maniacal chuckle I added another bit of information, “But Simon wasn’t around long after I made my own tribe.”
“Were these boys your friends? What happened to Simon?”
“Ha! I hated those boys. It’s a joke to say that we were friends, we were enemies. And what happened to Simon, he crawled out of the woods during a massive storm. It was the first feast I had with my new tribe and we were doing a tribal dance. I saw Simon appear from the tree line and I knew it was him. The other kids didn’t know but I could tell. He was trying to tell us something but I didn’t care. Simon wasn't a part of my tribe so his death wouldn't hurt the strength of my tribe.”
“Y-y-you killed him? In cold blood? Jack, there was no need for that. What brought you to do something so horrid?”
“I just wanted to kill him. I wanted to feel his life drain away and know that I was the one who did it. After killing my first pig there was a feeling deep inside me. A feeling that longed for blood. I can’t shake that feeling. I wanted to kill and I still want to …show more content…
I stood up slowly, like a phoenix rising from a festering pyre. I walk towards the the side table and picked up the heavy glass lamp. The psychiatrist commanded me to take a seat at once. I peered out from under my brow and gave them a look of pure malice. I raised the lamp high above my head but this time I didn’t take any time to decide where to strike... . I brought the lamp crashing down on his head like a freight train. The psychiatrist slumped to the floor with a slight shiver. Red ooze began seeping from the psychiatrist’s head. I remembered the day when the conch shattered and I remembered Piggy falling to his gruesome death. I