Roger Monologue

I looked down at Jack and felt sorry. Jack had blood gushing out of his right leg.
“Jack I’m so sorry,” I whispered.
He said it back, but I don't know if he meant it. I helped him get up, gave him a hug, and got a leaf to wipe up the blood on his leg. Then I went to go see Roger. He had rolled down the hill. He was laying on his stomach, covered up in leaves. I rolled him over and saw he had a big gash above his left eyelid, and one in his stomach. He opened his eyes and looked into mine. I felt a drip come down my cheek and go into a gash on my face, it soothed it. “Roger, I’m sorry,” I pleaded. He didn’t reply and that's when I knew something was wrong. I knew he was sorry. I shook him and shook him, but he didn’t move. That's when I knew Roger was dead. I told Jack that we needed to find Samneric and the rest of the littluns that were still on the island. We had been walking for about thirty minutes and Jack’s leg was tired. So we sat down to take a break. The officer was still catching up when I felt a poke on my back. I discovered there were
I sat by her and she quickly asked, “Where is Jonah?”
I told her I didn’t know who Jonah was. She described him and I knew she was looking for my best friend, Piggy. I didn’t want to tell her, but I knew I had to. Hearing his name struck me. My best friend Piggy died because of the people I trusted, and I knew they meant it. I looked down at the beach and I knew that I would miss the soft sand, the clear cold water, and most of all Piggy. But I was ready to go home. When I got home the soft grass tickled my sore, dirty feet. I remember the porch of my house. I walked in, and didn’t remember any of it. I walked down a long thin hallway, walked into my blue and white room, it was still the same. My socks were in a pile, my bed was still unmade, and there was a pile of clean clothes that I forgot to put away before I left. It was good to be