Piggy's Monologue

The man with fair hair kept his eyes trained on the ground as he walked, occasionally looking up to assure he was still on the right path. He glanced at his watch. It was almost noon. At the pace he was walking, he’d make it to the train station on time. He was returning to London after a brief visit back home to Manchester to visit his aunt. The woman had come down with an illness, prompting him to head home to take care of her for a few days.
He weaved through the crowds, keeping his head down as the rays of the blazing sun beat down on his back. Summer was never a season he never particularly enjoyed, although it had the full love and adoration of his fiancée. He prefered the bitter cold that came with winter. The heat of the summer reminded
Now, onto the next candidate, Ralph. Ralph, if I do say so myself, is quite handsome. He can be determined at times and knows how to take the lead in some situations. The only problem is, he can lose that determination and courage just as fast as he gains it. He doubts his position as a leader, and his loyalty to his supposed friend, Piggy, can falter at times.” The island might have taken away the innocence of childhood, but Ralph had regained his self-confidence quite fast. Whenever he told this story, most people would choose him as the best leader of the group of boys on the island. He didn’t expect it to be any different this time, especially when he telling a young audience this story.
“The final candidate is Jack. He has experience as a leader, since he was the leader of a choir. Jack rules with an iron fist, and is persistent. Once he has one goal set, he will do whatever he can to achieve it. However, Jack is short-tempered and prone to violence. I suppose he could be quite terrifying when he has complete power.”
For the two youngest boys out of the three that sat there at the booth, the answer was just as the fair-haired man had