Dear Diary,

The island is taking some getting used to, but I’m getting the hang of it. The shelters are coming along. As for rescue, we would could have been rescued if it weren’t for Jack. You know how one of Jack’s jobs is to keep the fire going? Well, guess what? He didn’t. He just had to go hunting, surprise, surprise. Although this time he actually got a pig. Because of Jack, the ship didn’t see us. There was no smoke. The littluns aren’t doing much. I’m not super mad at them because they’re little. They’re just hanging out on the beach, making sand castles, poke around at crabs, being the complete opposite of blatant and just living the life I wish I could live right now.

Jack is an obsessed hunter. He made all of the hunters decorate their faces. They looked ridiculous. I understood that Jack wanted to catch something, but at this point the was acting desperate. Jack obviously wants respect.

Since Jack caught a pig, we all got meat. Although right now, Piggy and Jack are in a horrible friendship crisis. Jack took out his anger that I gave him to Piggy. Jack has an attitude of belligerence and hostility. I bet Piggy had an entire gout of tears in him. Jack was so rude, he broke a side of Piggy’s specks. I’m angry at Jack, his group and my group are splitting up. Jack is so impalpable, I don’t understand him.



Keep you posted,
Ralph