The day after the feast I thought about how they had killed a boy who was my friend, Simon. I turned to Ralph and told him of how it was just an accident even though i knew it wasn't. He denied what I was saying and kept on saying we did this, we did this not by accident but on purpose. I kept saying to myself that it was his fault he is now dead. But that does not change the fact he is gone. I was starting to shudder because of the cold rain coming down. He was making gesticulate gestures while talking in our conversation. Simon was smother by a crowd of boys with many sharp sticks which they used to stifle him. The phosphorescent light gleamed on my glasses when I wiped them on my shorts. The bloody image of Simon still seems alive in my head. The day went by fast with the thoughts of Simon flashing as if a movie in my head.
The dark sky and rain made the night unbearable. Ralph, SamnEric and I stayed in one of the huts while the littluns that still remained stayed in the others. Ralph started to hear a noise and tried to make me quiet but my asthma made me panicky and it was hard to breath. Then monsters came into our tent. They punched, kicked, and stole my glasses. I was pushed into a corner of the hut and Ralph was fighting someone or somthing. SamnEric were also fighting someone but who really knew. Ralph said that it was Jack and his hunters. Ralph asked if I was okay and I was but I could not see as clearly. They took my glasses but we do not know why they would do such a thing.
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I really like how you described that Simon still seems alive to him when you said: "The bloody image of Simon still seems alive in my head." That was really cool.
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