Dear Auntie, It s Me, Piggy - 880 Words

Dear Auntie, It’s me, Piggy. I know that you will probably never receive this letter. I wish you could just come and rescue me. I bet you re wondering where I am, I am stranded on a godforsaken island. As I sit and write to you, there are dark clouds quilting the sky. I need to tell you everything. Even though I was worried when we arrived here, I could still recognise that this island was beautiful. There were crystal waters and tropical palms. Sand that crunched beneath your feet and coral that decorated the ocean floor. Looks can be very deceiving though, Auntie. It didn’t stay beautiful for long and ever since we landed, I was praying that we would be rescued. The first boy I met was Ralph. He is about the same age as me with fair†¦show more content†¦Yet, he uses the conch only when it comes to his advantage. Since we arrived on the island Jacks interest in order, and manners quickly disappeared, which then downward spiralled to him not feeling the need to keep the fire going anymore, or have any interest in improvement of the group for survival. After he successfully segregated the groups, me Ralph, Sam’nEric remained, but soon after Sam’nEric succumbed to the temptation of joining his ‘tribe’. By now it was obvious that Jack was power-hungry and self-centred. I try to believe that it was an accident that Simon was killed, I try to think that he was asking for it by coming in the middle of the night through the jungle, screaming and what not, but I still cant help but think that Jack did kill him on purpose. On the night of Simon’s death, I realised something, that everything started going wrong because of Jack, everything traced back to him, he led everyone into the descent of savagery, it had gone too far. With the barbaric, animalistic murder of Simon, the last fragment of civilised order on the island was stripped away, and savagery took over. Now all of the boys in Jacks group have become inhuman savages. It’s all because of him. My glasses are probably one of the most important things to me Auntie, remember I been wearing them since I was three. It’s probably the only reason the boys didn t always exclude