Journal Entry 3
Perspective: Simon
My Secret Place
Me. I'm the only one. The only one who is helping Ralph. It's hard to help take care of 30 kids because they can't take care of themselves. Ralph feels the same way. He's mad in fact. He's yelling at everyone that they never help. That only I am helping. Jack thinks he's too good to make shelter and he's obsessed with hunting. I have been making shelters as best I can but It's hard to make shelters. Thats why the door I opened broke down. I wish all these kids would leave their privileged lives behind. We're stranded kids on an Island not very many people if not no one knows about. This is about survival not about a vacation to an Island without adults. All these kids agreed to work but all they do is play around and swim. Sometimes these people bother me and make me mad. Sometimes I need to get away form it all. And I know exactly where to go.
Always in an argument. Ralph and Jack get heated up all the time now. It's only been about a week and one kid has already died. If they keep arguing instead of working then we won't eat and no shelters will be made, and if that happens then there is sure to be more deaths. They never even end their arguments. As soon as they are done talking they just walk off.
Ralph told me to help pick fruit with the littleuns. Fruit is all we've been eating and frankly, I'm getting sick off them. But since Jack hasn't gotten any meat and always comes back with an excuse, we eat what we can. Helping pick fruits is the perfect time to sneak away to my hide out. It's filled with butterflies and little birds. It's a hut that no one lives in. I made sure no one followed me because I don't want anyone to know I'm here or else they would all wanna live here. This is my place. My get away. And thats how it's going to stay.
Always in an argument. Ralph and Jack get heated up all the time now. It's only been about a week and one kid has already died. If they keep arguing instead of working then we won't eat and no shelters will be made, and if that happens then there is sure to be more deaths. They never even end their arguments. As soon as they are done talking they just walk off.
Ralph told me to help pick fruit with the littleuns. Fruit is all we've been eating and frankly, I'm getting sick off them. But since Jack hasn't gotten any meat and always comes back with an excuse, we eat what we can. Helping pick fruits is the perfect time to sneak away to my hide out. It's filled with butterflies and little birds. It's a hut that no one lives in. I made sure no one followed me because I don't want anyone to know I'm here or else they would all wanna live here. This is my place. My get away. And thats how it's going to stay.
1 comment:
wyatt-
i really liked how you wrote this post! you WERE simon. that was great! i liked how you said that all the kids are running around like they have all this freedom, when really, they are stuck on an island no one has heard about! for a chapter that didn't really include simon that much, you wrote and detailed exceptionally well. keep up the great writing!
/katielou
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