They dont give a damn about me. They all just think of me as the fat kid. Each and everyone of those buggers. I had the conch. Ihad the right to speak. But they all went and burned down the whole damn island. They are all just officious of me. where do they get of using my specs like that.
What are we to do now? Everyone has gone off and we have almost completely lost order. And another thing, that kid Jack, something about him just doesn't sit right with me. To me he is just a coiled snake ready to attack at any minute. That little tumult he started to get everyone to act like savages, even the little children, and they started that fire. And those things he told me were scornful and I think they may have killed me a little bit inside. They all moved so nimble and due to that... that poor kid. That poor kid was left behind. the kid who was afraid of the beastie. Now he is dead. and it is all that Jack's fault. Because of him we have already lost a casualty early in this war of survival.
How am I going to survive? I'm just piggy. Oh, how I wish i could just warp back home to my auntie. If i could just go back to her and her candy shop and those irresistible little chocolates with the raisins inside them.
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Ernie-
Great blog. There a few places where you need to capitalize. Also can you check the usage of "warp"? Great job
-Emma
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