Personal Narrative: Empire Island

Back when I was a littlun, my daddy worked in the meat factory and mama stayed at home cleaning the house and making me my dinner. My parents wanted me to be a smarty, so they made me go to school. They also said I was a good singer, so I decided to join the boys choir. Me and my best bud Charles would go down to the river to skip rocks, but sometimes we would go play chicken on the railroad tracks. Sometimes daddy would say “Stephen, wanna come a huntin with me?” and I would tag along behind him while he hunted for pheasant. I never really listened to daddy’s rules, so he decided to send me off to some fancy boarding school. It was at this point in my life where everything started taking a turn for the worst. Dear diary, today was the most intense day I’ve ever experienced I remember looking back at the scar, as it made a huge dent in the island! Ya couldn’t miss it! The plan had broken into pieces, so all of us kids were scattered all over the island. The first few people I met was the kid who blew the conch and some fatty that seemed to be the deft one. “There aren’t any grownups. We shall have to look after ourselves” (Golding 33). That was Ralph talking, and I could tell from that he was in charge, because he was very explicated about the rules and
At this point I didn’t think we would have been rescued, as I agree with Ralphs thoughts. “If only they could get a message to us” (Golding 94). I know Ralph was very ominous about me and didn’t like me much because I was on Jacks side; but I still shared the same thoughts as him. I felt like the people who were supposed to be looking for us, must have given up cause they thought we were musty now. Everyone lost their mind, a couple boys died because they went of the deep end. Others ended up killing each other or starving to death because they couldn’t stand anybody. As for me, I just planned to keep going until I had had enough of those