Lord of the Flies V1

Chapter 1

As the fair-haired boy walked towards the centre of the forest, a long squealing from a bird was heard. Quickly glancing into the tall, dark trees, another noise became audible. It was another boy. "Hey, hey wait for me! I can't hardly move with all these creeper things!" The fair haired boy glanced back and saw a larger boy, with specs and rosy cheeks. "Them other kids must've got lost in the dark. We ought to go find them." The boy ran into the depths of the forest as the faired haired lad followed. Falling to his knees, the fatter boy approached his new fallen acquaintance. Looking at him with an intense gaze, the fair haired boy lay back in the leaves for a minute, suprised on how comfortable it felt compared to being on his feet all the time.

"My auntie told me not to run, on account of my assmar." Wide-eyed, the boy in the leaves looked at the wider boy. "Assmar?" "That's right. I can't catch my breathe. I was the only boy in my school that had assmar." Saying this with a hint of pride on his uniqueness, a fly circled around his face, forcing him to take off his glasses and slap it away. "And i've been wearing specs since I was three." Raising himself, the boy with fair hair walked away out of boredom and lack of interest.

Following the light that shone through the cracks in the trees, the sounds of the boy's footsteps behind him became quieter and quieter and he admired this for a minute, whilst he could. Noticing now he was in the light, he observed the light blue ocean and green palm trees. The fallen fruits and the stranded twigs and seaweed on the light and warm sand. It was almost like a paradise. As the bigger boy stepped over the log, he got uneasily light-headed but continued to join his new friend on the sand. "Where's the plane?" "The storm must've dragged it out to sea," replied the lighter-haired boy. "There was probably some kids still in it. Are there any grown-ups?" "Don't think so."

Attempting to change the topic to something not as depressing, the fatter boy looks at his new 'friend'. "What's your name?" "Ralph," replied, the fair haired boy. Ralph had well-kept short blonde hair and a good figure. He was quite attractive and healthy-looking as well as had bright blue eyes, which the ocean waves reflected upon. Waiting for him to be asked his name in return, he decided to go ahead and just tell him. "I don't care what they call me so long as they don't call me what they did at school." Interested, Ralph turned to the boy with squint eyes, trying to dodge the sun's rays. "What's that?" Looking side to side, the boy whispered. "They used to call me, Piggy." "Piggy! Aha oh no, Piggy!" Laughed Ralph, as he machine-gunned Piggy.
As he started to settle down, he decided to strip and go into the water for a swim. "Daddy's a commander in the navy. Eventually when he get's leave he will come and rescue us." Ralph turned to Piggy and saw a startling sight. Piggy had removed his clothes and stood at the water's edge. "Aren't you coming in?" Dipping his toe into the water, Piggy sat near the water's edge. "Oh, it's hot. No, my aunt wouldn't let me, account of my assmar." Ralph turned onto his back and did some moves in the water,  looking like he was enjoying himself. "Sucks to your assmar." With a blush of pink hiding in Piggy's cheeks, he felt like a punching bag and a laughing stock. "You can't half swim well."

As the two boys walked across the water's edge, a shell of peachy white glistened in the sun, crystilised and delicate. As Ralph grasped onto the conch, it lay in his hands with such femininity, Ralph felt like there was a third person with them. As the conch was blown by Ralph, boys came flooding out of the forest, some naked and some fully dressed or missing an item of clothing. They were all suprisingly dirty already, and then the boys attention had turned to a black mass that approached them....