How could he? How could he take people with him for pig hunting? People he knew were supposed to be watching the fire. And why would they go with him? They bloody well knew that I put him in charge of the choir and the choir only. It is all his fault. if he would have not taken Sam n' Eric with him, the boat would have saw the smoke, it would have came closer, and we would be of this bloody island. He has failed me, I saw potential in him, now when I look at him all I can think are malevolent thoughts. And the pig hunting was very irrelevant to the idea of this civilization. Jack doesn't give a bloody hell if we starve. He just wants to be popular among the littluns.
What we have come to is horrible compared to how we were when we had originally gotten here. I can't even hardly tell who I am when I see my refletion in the water. The water has an opalescence to it. It gets so quiet now, I can here the littluns whimper at night in there sleep. The cries are sometimes shrill as a sound such as the screech of a bat. It all seems like a dream while your awake, it seems like a mirage, a hellish nightmare.
Just the implication of the idea that we may not be rescued or even survive scares me. I mean a perfect example of how are civilization is falling apart is how Jack decided to physically harm Piggy. throwing from jab to upper cut, moving his fist in a gyration. It is just preposterous as to how this could have happened, incredulous even. Hopefully we can just survive another day, but you never know.
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Ernie,
The questions you pose in your journal are thoughtful and really help the reader to puzzle over Jack's thoughtlessness.
REVISION: Write 5 sentences that describe what Ralph sees when he catches his reflection in the water.
" I can't even hardly tell who I am when I see my reflection in the water."
New- My hair rugged, my skin burnt. And my eyes, my eyes have a odd flare to them. A flare of which I haven't seen before. When I look at them I get a sense of fear and anger. Feelings that are burning inside me to get out. Feelings that, if I can conceal them, may be a matter between life and death on this bloody island
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