The Scar

When we crashed down on to the island, I was sitting right at the front of where the plane had split in half after it was shot down. I was clambering over seats to get away from the massive hole in the front of the plane where I had been devouring my favorite book by Mark Twain. As I climbed past the other boys seats, I saw a terrible pallor on their faces. All the little boys were quivering with fear, sure they were about to die. As soon as the plane hit the trees, it all turned into a jumbled mess of metal, trees and the terrible screams of the boys who were flying out the front. I had just reached the middle of the half of the plane that was left when we hit the trees, and I went flying right down the isle and out in to the terrible scar the plane had made in the trees. For a moment, everything was a daze and all was quiet. Then, when the dust settled, an amazing clamor erupted as birds chirped and huge mosquitoes buzzed around the extremely hot, humid forest I suddenly found myself in. When I got to my feet and looked around, all I could see was a grating of trees so thick that I couldn't see more than three meters away. I speculated about my surroundings and how I would get out of this place, where the temperature easily exceeded 40 degrees Celsius. I vainly attempted to see in the forest, but the only light was the one coming from the scar which had left a huge hole in the forest. I decided that this would be the best way out and it might take me to the lagoon. As I made my way out of the forest, I heard a strident sound and decided to follow it. It didn't sound like any animal I had heard in the forest and, therefore, it must have been a human. I made my way out of the forest, tripping over roots and other low plants. When I emerged, I saw the lagoon, and what a sight it was. It brightened my mood to see such a beautiful thing, Then I turned around and saw the horrific scar, and I was overcome with sorrow immediately. The scar was such a depressing thing to look at, that if I never saw it again I would be delighted. Again, the sound made me realize that there were other boys here and it immediately cheered me up; I broke in to a run to get there faster. When I got there, a crowd of boys had already gathered. Not a second later a fat boy, whose name I later found out was Piggy, asked me my name. I told him and then joined the group. Right after that, a whole group of boys walked up that were led by a decorous boy named Jack. He said that he should be the leader of the group, but another boy quickly announced that there should be an election. All the others agreed. When we were done voting, a boy named Ralph had won the election. I could see the look of indignation on Jacks face; he was clearly upset with how the elections had gone. The fat boy spoke again, and Jack told him to shut up, then began teasing him by calling him fatty. Everybody laughed. Ralph quickly interposed, saying that his name was not Fatty, but Piggy. Again the crowd erupted in laughter and Piggy turned bright red. After everyone had settled down, Ralph said that we should send out a party to see if this was really an island or not. Ralph chose himself, Jack, and was then looking for one more person to go. There were plenty of volunteers, but Ralph chose a boy named Simon, and the three started off immediatele. Piggy complained that he should get to go too, but Ralph insisted that he stay and take names. He then turned and caught up with the other two, and headed towards the mountain to get a good look at our surroundings.