Simon's Letter

To anybody who finds this,

     If you are reading this, I have passed away into a new life. Don't weep for me because I know I'm in a place where I belong.
      The survivors of this island can tell you what happened on this island. I do not wish to talk about my life here.
     My family in London are well known. My father is a priest and my mother helps out our family, either at home or in the church. If not at my prep school, I was under Dad's wing. He is most peaceful and always has time for me, which is mostly questions. After being at school and seeing how the others act towards themselves and others, I find being with Dad relaxing and it gives me an inner content. I want to strive to be like him. Being well respected , always in control, and no care of what people think of him sounds like the person I want to grow up to be. In a couple years, Dad would have started to teach me how to walk with God and to train me to be a priest. When he passes on, I would have completed my training and been able to continue the church as priest.
     Whoever finds this letter, please give it to my parents and tell them all is well for I am with my older brother.

Sincerely,

Simon

My Fear

     My fear is the transition from being dependent of my family and friends to becoming totally independent. College is coming up. Where will I be located in Portland and after that? Where will life take me? How long will it take me to lose home sickness? I hate thinking that I'll a long way from my family friends. The only solution is time.
     Time is the only thing to cure the ailment of doubt for this particular case of fear. After I have made the full transition, I'm sure it'll be for the good and I'll enjoy this new chapter of life. I'll be able to make my own decisions on everything. Starting a new life sounds great, but the transition will be the hardest to overcome. Time is the only cure.

Piggy's Perspective

     Well...atleast we have something to protect us somewhat against the elements. It's about time we got something done that works. I wish I didn't have asthma...or atleast a less potent form of it. I'm not trying to prove myself among the others. I'm here to survive. It's a game now. One wrong move and it is game over. I may not be able to work as hard as everyone else but I'm smarter than all of them put together.
     Why didn't I take the chief position myself? I know I could lead and regain order, rather than allowing everyone to run around like a bunch of ants on an ant hill. Our priorities would have been straight, and Jack and his pets wouldn't pretend to be hunters anymore. I would not allow them to use that as an excuse to not do work.
     Ralph. Ralph is a hard worker. He leads by example mostly. He needs to face Jack and put him under his command. He needs to do the right thing in order to survive. Jack will tarnish him and I fear Ralph won't be the role models the little ones need.
     It's getting hard to find a clean cloth to wash my glasses. It's bugging me.