Journal 1: No grownups. There are no grownups on this island which we have been dumped. I don't know what this place is called, nor why the other boys are with me here, but it's very hot and there are many creeper things throughout the land. The others don't know what exactly has happened any more than I do. I've met Ralph, whom I was with for a good time before discovering where the others had explored. He very much enjoys mocking me, as do the others. They call me the dreaded name of "Piggy" that I used to be called at school. I've also found quite a large shell, called a conch, which can be used to call meetings. We had such a meeting today, and Ralph was made leader of our small assembly. Jack and a few other boys, none being littluns, were made the hunters who will try to catch our food. Journal 2: We had another meeting earlier today, called by Ralph, to organize a few rules for the island. We all took a vote and ended up deciding that whoever holds the conch that I found is the person who is allowed to speak at that time. I know that this will help to keep order, but I'm scared of what will happen to us. No one knows where we are, so I can't see how we could possibly be rescued! I don't understand the decisions the others are making either. They're so childish but no one will pay attention to what I suggest! The forest was accidentally set on fire today because everyone insisted on using my specs to start a wood fire, and now one of the youngest boys has gone missing! I feel just terrible, but I guess my ideas will just be left alone for a while. Journal 3: It's been a few days since I've written, mostly because I've simply been trying to figure out a few things here. The others see images above the water; mirages, but they don't know what they are. Everyone has been more hostile lately, and the nights are worse for the littluns. They have these awful dreams. Roger and Maurice even kicked down sand castles on the lower beach that the younger ones had built. The other boys also fear this beast which is spoken of quite often. The littluns scream and cry during the night for fear of it, but I'm not sure I'll believe it. I mean, how could such an inhuman thing exist? It's so immature to think about such things. Journal 4: I can't believe what has just happened! Jack and his hunters came back to our camp after being in the woods for some time with some disgusting head of a pig on a stake! Imagine that! I can't believe the stupidity and immaturity of the other boys! We need to be figruing a way off the island instead of bothering with rituals and torment! When I told Jack this, he slapped me and knocked my specs to the ground. Ralph retrieved them for me, but one of the lenses is now missing. I don't know what I'll do. Journal 5: Ralph called another meeting a few hours ago. At least I did agree with what he said this time. He told everyone that they need to start fulfilling their duties and obeying rules. I hope this will happen, and I hope the others will agree to start helping with building shelter for us! Jack has also told the littluns that their beastie is just their imagination coming alive and the only thing they are really afraid of is themselves. One of the littluns even said that the beast could hide in the water during the daytime, and the entire meeting dispersed because of the terror of the others. I still don't believe that the beast is rational, and I tried to get Ralph to call the meeting back to order so we could actually get something accomplished, but he said it was no use! It's very frustrating to be made fun of for my ideas most of the time here. Oh, how I wish that my Auntie could come and rescue me from this place with all of the creeper things! Journal 6: Yesterday, Ralph and Simon set off on a climb up the big hill, for a beast dropping from the sky has been seen by the twins, Sam and Eric. I stayed back at the camp, as did the littluns, of course. At some point during the late afternoon, Simon returned from the mountain and told me that they had seen an actual beast atop the mountain! I was in disbelief. Jack tried to become leader of our group instead of Ralph, but everyone refused that idea and Jack stormed off. I was very pleased because jack is always the most harsh to me. I've also been thinking that it would be much more sensible to build a fire on the beach to smoke signal for rescue instead of atop the mountain.. I only wonder who will listen if I tell them of this. Journal 7: Today was truly terrible. I can't describe the way I feel right now any other way but numb. Simon has been murdered. Jack had a feast today, and everyone danced, but Simon wasn't present. I don't know where he went, but he came staggering out of the woods in the middle of the party. I can't explain what happened, or why we did it.. but we murdered Simon. It was an accident! that's what it was.