Perspective; Piggy
We are creating shelters for the little ones and everyone. We are doing this so that we don't have to sleep on the sand and that we are protected form the animals that are out there.
We each had to do a specific job that we were assigned to do. They were to gather supplies, help build the shelters, hunt for food, ECT. The little 'uns and most of the older boys didn't get much done though. We were just hanging around, eating, playing, and bathing.
I think that the most important task for survival is gathering food and such to satisfy ourselves and keep us strong so that we can work more. We don't die from starvation.
Simon is a silent boy that helps a lot though. He faints a lot too which is hindering his work and us to have to help him. He is tan, skinny, and he knows what he is doing.
What do you think will happen on this island if you don’t get rescued soon? On the other hand I think that if we don't get rescued soon then we might go chaotic. Lose ourselves to the wild and never find our way back. More of us might die too, and that wouldn't be good.
The wind is so bitter; it bites at me, mocking me.
The boys they don’t care
They do what ever they please
I’m smart; I know what I am doing
Don’t hate me because I’m fat
Listen to me, I need to be heard
My ideas can help us, maybe even save us
But they don’t care
They just do what they please
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