Chapter nine: The deadly Chants: Piggy's Journal.
The feast was in only a few minutes, I assumed. Not like we had time here. I looked up into the bleak, cloudless sky. Ralph, Samneric and I start walking through the forest to meet their tribe.
We all reach at the feast, and start eating. After a few minutes, Jack stands up and starts to make an announcement. He, (once... again) announced that anyone who hasn't yet joined can still join his tribe. He makes himself sound so great, boasting about himself and the others. Many of Ralph's tribe agree to his offer, and I look around.
What is left of our tribe is not much. There are a few pointless littuns, with no use. I'm glad Samneric haven't left us yet. I wasn't sure they'd stay with us even this far. Other than that, it was only Ralph and I.
Everyone is somewhat silent, and I can hear the water crash some rocks down below. We have all finished eating soon. It was delicious. I wish Ralph could hunt, and I didn't have my asthma so I could help too. I wonder if Jack would even let me join his tribe if I wanted to. He hated me so much. He called me fatty, spat at me in disgust, and has even hurt not only my feelings but my actual skin. And that is what bothers me the most about Jack. He thinks he's so much better than everyone! Thinks he can order everyone around (He pretty much can, except Ralph's tribe) and he is just plain rude. I know that the only reason why most of the people flocked to his tribe is for the meat. All for the meat. I wouldn't do what was wrong for nothing! Not for all the meat in this island. I knew what was right, to stay with Ralph no matter what.
Jack asks if everyone is done eating. I am a tad bit more hungry, but I can live without it. No one is hungry anymore, so Jack starts talking about the hunts. They reenact a hunt like they had practiced it many times. Ralph and I stood a bit more farther back in the distance. Jack is telling everyone to do the dance, and they all are. Saying the evil words of kill, pretending Roger is a pig. They looked to happy, so excited from even a fake hunt, grinning, satisfied. I know their chant now, and I am saying it in my head. Soon, I am rocking back in forth in place to their stomps in their circle. Then, I squeeze in a bit, but much closer to the end of the circle then most people. I look around, and Ralph is in the circle to. He is chanting, and so am I. The excitement is so great, I can see why they love hunting. But I would never be as obsessed as them. Never.
A dark figure creeps out slowly, silently behind a few trees. We spot it. IT'S THE BEAST! They all run over to it and throw it down, and it's on it's hands and knees. The beast, would finally die, finally end it's days on this island. Stop scarring the littleuns in their sleep, stop haunting us. The beast is real, but not for long! Everyone is attacking it. It speaks barley audible words, about a dead man on a hill. Distraction, I am sure. What is he speaking of? If there was some sort of dead man, Jack would have found it.
The attacking becomes more vigorous. Everyone is using their hands, top poling on top of the beast. I do not jump on it, only watch. It is dead.
The beast falls over the edge of the cliff, where I am close by. As Ralph and I see it fall, The hair seemed to be the same color of Simon's, along with the bodies height. I look over to Ralph, and I think he's seen the same thing.

Chapter Ten: Mistaken Death: Piggy's journal
I am sitting down, early in the morning on a rock. Ralph comes up to me and starts talking to me. He knows it was Simon we killed. I know. Everyone knows. He calls it murder, but I disagree! It was NOT murder. It was NOT! Murder is when someone kills INTENTIONALLY. We did not kill him on purpose. We didn't even know it was Simon! And why is it our problem? He shouldn't have been sneaking around the island. He's been doing lots of that lately. He should tell us before he goes off and disappears. Makes us worry. I tell this all to Ralph, but he only shakes his head.
He calls it murder.
Maybe Simon is alive still, maybe Simon was joking! Maybe he is perfectly fine and will come skipping through the trees any second now, yelling he fooled us all, laughing away. I only tell Ralph half of that. The other half I keep to myself.
We were part of this "murder" is all Ralph says. BUT WE WERE NEAR THE BACK! At least, I was. I wasn't hurting Simon. I wasn't. I never would have. Ralph finally says that we were in the back.
And as far as anyone else needs to know, we left early. We saw nor participated in any mistaken death.
Later that day, we try to relight the fire. Failure, again. We have four people that can be trusted to keep the fire up, and that isn't enough. The fire goes away soon, and is only a bit red with no smoke. We lost interest, we don't bother to try and re lite them.
We climb into our shelters, getting in a comfortable position to sleep. My eyelids droop down, and I fall into a peace full sleep.
Ralph wakes me and tells me to be quiet. I think I hear something outside. He creeps out and calls for me, but tells me not to respond. We soon realise it's Jacks hunters! They must be hear for something. I step outside, and I think I have a asthma attack, I fall to the ground. I roll down a bit, the rocks edges pressing into my skin. I lie there a bit, and I think I punch someone.
When I get up, my glasses are gone. They've been stolen, and I know it's because they want a fire, and can't use any other way. How are WE supposed to get a fire going then? I'm sure the one that was dying is out.
Simon talks and brags about how he hit one of the hunters between their legs. He says they won't be back, assuming from the howl the hunter admitted. Some uneasiness about Ralph draws my attention, but soon he seems fine.
We make our ways back to the shelters, tired and wanting some rest.