Blog #6 (Chapter 8 Lord of the Flies)

Chapter 8: The Gift for the Beastie
Jack’s Journal

I was talking to the littluns about the beastie because there is definitely a beastie up in the mountain. After that I told everyone to gather up and I got the conch and started up by saying that Ralph was a coward because he ran away when he saw the beastie which I did too but not because I was scared but because Ralph ran first. Then I kept on by saying that Ralph wasn’t a hunter, that he hasn’t got us any meat and that he isn’t prefect and because of that Ralph should be removed from his leadership role. Then I told everybody that whoever that wanted Ralph to stop being chief to raise their hand but nobody did. I was full of shame that I never noticed that tears were coming out of my eyes. I told all of them, "Then I shall leave," and then I just ran into the jungle.
When I was walking through the jungle I thought about Ralph and how he just cared about the signal fire I don’t know how they want him as their chief. I’m a better chief than Ralph; I wish I could be the chief. Then I also started thinking about back in the days on England when each of my choir members would stand in two demure rows, everyone focused on me but now most of them are with Ralph. Suddenly I turn back and a group of the boys were following me so I told them if they wanted to join my group and they all said yes and then I told them that I was going to be the chief of them and they all agree. Then I told my group that we were going to go hunt. So we went and look for pigs and we found a pig feeding her little pigs. After we hunt her we went back to the beach and told the other group of boys that we had fun and that whoever that wanted to join our group they could talk to me and then me and my group just went back to the jungle.
I told my group that now the word “Ralph” was a taboo. Everyone just kept on walking. Then me and my group went back to hunt and I found a pig and paunched her. Everybody was happy because they knew that the pig was going to be our dinner. Suddenly a great idea came to my head and I told my group about it. The idea was to cut a pig’s head and then give it as a gift for the beastie so that the beastie won’t kill us. Everybody thought it was a really good idea so we went and kill another pig and cut its head and put it close to where I saw the beastie last time. At night me and my group painted our faces, we all looked like demoniac figures.