Jack: Prio to "savage hunter."

    I have never really fit in with these snooty-rich boys, with their privileged lives full of everything that shines.I come from a family with no mother, and a brother (half of our income) who has recently been killed in the war.  I am the only one to attend a proper school, my father breaks his back to make this happen.  He wants a better future for me, and for that I am pushed and made to strive get the best marks, but I am no where near brilliant.  I got teased a lot for being poor and under privileged, I have become more violent because of this and had to start fighting to withstand everything.  I will not tolerate being walked over and pushed around.  I am power hungry now.  The choir instructor saw this yearning for leadership, need for power, and want for nothing less than being on the top, for once; this is why he placed me in charge of the choir.  After that initial taste of power I have just craved more and more.  I will be at the top of the pyramid anywhere I go, no matter how much it takes, or what I have to do to get there; I will no longer be at the bottom of anything.

What's your "beastie?"

Stress.  My whole life I have been on top of my business, never worried about tests, school; I was always on time, everything seemed to work out, and when it didn't I didn't worry about  it, just let it blow past me.  Lately this has not been the case.  My four "A.P." classes are toppling over me, draining any mental capability I once possessed.  This causes school to slow down to a trickle, days seem like weeks when I'm within this confinement.  Basketball, which has always been my most natural talent and comes easiest to me, is killing my ability to stay physically and mentally strong.  It feels like I'm getting my body beat worse than ever from opponents, it's always been tough being double and triple teamed each game, but now it has intensified, putting more strain on my little ability to keep my head in a game.  There's so much pressure from my coach to succeed and lead the team through thick and thin, it's breaking down my emotional strength, and now I feel weak and feeble.  I cry all the time now; something abnormal for my personality.  It's affecting my relationship with my family, friends, team, coach, and boyfriend.  If it's all in my head, why can't I conquer it?

A Letter to NOWHERE..

Dear........

     We've been here for a while now, can't say how long; the days have begun to scramble together.  Our diet consists of fruit and more fruit, but I'm going to change that.  There are wild pigs on this island, and I'm going to kill one.  Everyday my hunters and I venture into the thick of the woods and stock these creatures.  I've made spears and even wounded a pig with one, but the wood is not enough to fatally wound them.  I need barbs or metal tips to fulfill this killing task.  Ralph seems annoyed with my efforts, but his building attempts haven't amounted to much either.  The little 'uns do nothing but play in the water and search for fruit; at least they're capable of getting their own food, they're not totally helpless.  Piggy is consistent with his know-it-all attitude, he does nothing to contribute to our tribe.  He is lazy and quite worthless to our existence, an existence that is being challenged everyday.  How many more are missing?  Maybe we should kill Piggy, that would supply us with sufficient amount of meat and it could be dried in order to preserve it for later use.  No one would need to know....Cannibalism?  Bloody hell, I am losing it!  I do hate him though.  He is dead weight for us to haul and support.  Why is Ralph in charge?  Is food not more important than shelters?  There are things is this forest, always watching us.  The little 'uns are scared, I'm scared...We must stay strong and keep order.  Humans are on top of the food chain and I'll keep us on top, until we are rescued. We will be rescued, won't we?

Sincerely,

Jack