Chapter 2: Lord of the Flies

Fire to Fire

Simons Journal:

I follow the other boys as we are gathered for a meeting on the beach. Ralph starts to speak of a conch, I assume they are talking about the shell they used as a horn to gather us boys together. Everyone starts to murmur until Ralph starts to speak.

Ralph says that since there are no grown ups here on this island we need to make our own rules. First if we want to say something you have to be holding the conch. Then the fat boy Piggy starts to speak yelling about how no one knows that we have landed on this island, and that we would be on this island for a long time. Then I realized that as everyone was ignoring, i was paying attention. I realized that he was right and that we would be here for a long time because we are in the middle of no where. Then I realized we weren't in England anymore. I know there are no jungles and England and that we were far from home. Somewhere in the middle of nowhere only but surrounded by water.

When fatty over there, i mean Piggy stopped talking attention was all on a little boy with a mulberry marking on his face. He yelled out, "I, I saw a beastie, a beastie in the forest, last night in the woods." He seemed like a ebullience child.

I looked at Ralph, and Jack, and some of the other boys. Then back at the little boy standing before us all. I looked at Ralph and Jack again and we started to snigger. We said, "it was just a nightmare." "We all had them."

As the little boy with the mulberry marking went on about the beastie Ralph had an idea. " He said, if we were to be find we would have to make a signal." We decided it should be a fire. The smoke from the fire would warn others that someone was on the island we are on now. The mountain would be the best place to make the fire because it was the highest point on the island. Jack yelled out, " up the mountain" I followed him and the rest of the boys up the mountain. We went to fin would and would pile it until there was enough. The little boy with the mulberry marking on his face suggested to go fin some fresh fruit. I run to trees and trying to find loose branches, and searching the ground for some too. The forest is like a stampede every one racing to hurry and start the fire. We are all officious to get the fire started.

I toss the last couple branches into the pile. We all step back for Jack starts to make the fire with the sun , but what else will help start the fire. He has the idea of using Piggy's glasses. I pinch them from his face, Piggy gets annoyed. I observe, and the fire starts as spark and the it grows burning the branches one by one. We toss Piggy back his glasses. The fire burned our eyes, but watching it was compulsion. Then as everything goes so well, the fire catches onto some dry weeds leading up the tree, and the fire grows bigger and bigger burning the forest down. As the fire roars in my ear I try to block the sound out. Something felt wrong, and not because the fire was loose. I think, and then the words haunt me, " lets pick some fresh fruit from the forest. The little boy in the forest all alone, with the fire loose. I stand there with the fires light and smoke burning my eyes.