Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Blog 2: Rescue Fire~!~


Everyone was against me, I could never change any ones mind. Not even the littler kids. They were so scared about the beast! It sounded so realistic, i was starting to quiver. I wondered if the beast was real, or the little kids were just playing around.
But of course I hated Jack, all he said to me was "SHUT UP FATTY!".
I was so
officious when he called me that. It's even worse when i was called "Piggy" when i was younger. Ralph promised said he wouldn't call me that, but that changed. I used to call him my friend, but that also changed.
We thought we should light a fire on top of the mountain, so it anyone comes to rescue us, they could find us. Everyone left in a nimble, except me and Ralph.
I found the conch shell half under the grainy sand. I thought "We couldn't leave without the conch" that's what we use to talk to each other with out interposing.
Me and Ralph started up the steep mountain. It was so windy, but it was so hot. It was so high up in the air. I totally forgot about my Asama and extremely afraid of heights. As i warped awkwardly around to see a beautiful view of the sparkling lagoon. I was about to tell Ralph to look at it, but he was being a party pooper and just wanted to go see his new best friend Jack.
I was holding the large pink-white colored conch shell so tight, i was losing circulation in my hands.
Ralph and i finally reached the top of the mountain. We found Jack and the little kids up there. We all were constituting ideas about how to light the fire on top or the mountain. We couldn't decide on how to. But then i noticed, my glasses reflection on the grainy stone in front of me.
I had the conch shell and i was aloud to speak, but stupid old Jack said while he was smiling in a scornfully way "You cant talk, even thought u have the conch shell, it only works down there, u cant talk up here". I mean, how rude was that? But at that moment, i could call Ralph my friend because he stood up for me. He smiled in a polite way and said. "I am the leader of this group and the conch shell can be used anywhere, not just down there" as he looked down the mountain.
It was irresistible to not say no, to when i can become a life savor, if i light this fire, then everyone would me nice to me. I gently took of my glasses and wiped them off on my dirty blue T - shirt. I heard a little tumult noise in the background, it was Jack throwing a tantrum in back of me. I faced them towards the sun and it began a little spark. And another, and another....

WE HAVE FIRE!!!!!!!!!!!





Saturday, January 26, 2008

Blog 1: Stranded~!~


As I stepped out of the destroyed plane my mind went a blank. I started to ask my self questions, "Where am I?", "What am i doing here?", "What happened to the plane?". I looked around and saw none of my classmates on the plane. The decorous state of the place i was in was scarce of food and there was no sight of people any where.

I turned around and saw a small lagoon. As i looked in the water my face went pallor because above me was the dead limp body of my friend. I clambered up the tree terrified. I gently quivered as i grabbed his defenseless body. What had happened? I climbed down the tree.
It was staring to get dark.Dusk was taking over, yes that was the word since my mind was so jumbled after all that happened. I began to gather palm tree Freons. I though I could use them for shelter. As soon as I saw the huge dark clouds I knew there must of been a storm coming.
I was hungry and i could
devour anything i could find. In a distance, I could see a banana tree. They looked so delicious and i couldn't hardly wait to get over there. I walked over there and i nearly stepped on a few little fires still flaming from the gnarly crash. I was almost there and I hear a strident creaking missile through my irritated ear drums.

After what seemed like hours, anticipation growing throughout my body, i finally reached the base of the tall, narrow banana tree. I started up the tree and I got a hold of my first banana. I ripped through it rapidly. As I took my first nibble of the ripe yellow banana, I figured I would savor that taste for the rest of my life.

Then after I ate that sweet banana, that strident creaking sound came again. First I thought I was delusional, but then I soon realized that it was a sound of a conch. The sound of all saviors. I was relieved, but for a second, i was wondering who was blowing it. But right now i didn't really care. Because by now, whatever happened, happened.

As I running through the warm sun heated sand, i tripped on a rock and i could feel indignation radiating throughout my body. So I had the urge to arrive there faster, before it was to late. I suddenly saw people in the distance and i couldn't wait to find out who it was. As I got closer and closer to the strange mysterious people, I just stopped and speculated. "Was it them?"could it be?"

Then I saw them. It was them I couldn't believe it. My heart practically pounded out of my chest. There they were racing towards me arms stretched out wide to give me a hug. My friends. I gazed upon all of them, realizing how bad of shape they were in. Obviously i got it off easy.

They told me about there story. About how they got off the plane and how they had thought i was dead. So they left me behind not realizing i was just knocked out. After a while, many other guys from my school started to wonder what was this island.

They felt like the whole island was grated. They told me how every time they tried to leave the island, the waves would always hold them back. after a few hours every one started to bicker, especially Ralph and Jack. Everyone felt like the island was some sort of Pandora's box.

Every one was tired, sick, hungry, and annoyed with the constant fighting between Ralph and Jack. All the of us decided to vote on our leader. Vain
as always, Jack just wouldn't shut his mouth. So I
interposed, and said "All in favor for Ralph, say I". "I"
most of the group shouted while Jack was still talking amongst himself. So overall, Ralph was the leader of our group. And the first act of business was to find a way to get off this damned island.