Jack Merridew is a strong independent chief who don’t need no Ralph.

Jack: I’m Jack Merridew.

Ralph: And I’m questioning my sexuality.

Ralph: Don’t set the island on fire.

Jack: ✔ read 8:54 pm

Simon: Guys, hurricane Irma is on land and it’s supposed to keep traveling north!

Ralph: Oh no! Are we prepared for it?

Jack: I hope not. I hope it kills us.

Ralph:Jaaack!

Jack: What? It’s true, I hate this place.

Roger: It would be kind of exciting to live through it, though.

Maurice: Guys! This is scaring me, let’s not talk about it anymore please!

Simon: But it’s really important!

Ralph: Simon’s right. We need to make sure we stay safe through it.

Piggy: … We live in England

Jack: Ball is life, Dad.

Jack’s dad: Oh, so you’re playing basketball?

Jack: No, Dad.

Jack’s dad:…

Jack:…

Jack’s dad:Oh…

We’re reading LotF in class and my friend looked up the wrong chapter on Spark Notes and the next day she came in, looked at me, and said, “People die,” and I have never seen her look so betrayed.

And the next day another friend who read the last page came in and said, “Simon may or may not die.”

He’s a little Piggy,
Short and stout.
Here is his handle
And here is his spout.
When he gets all steamed up,
Then he’ll shout,
“I H A V E T H E C O N C H”

Maurice would 100% be the “_____ is over let’s get ready for Halloween” guy.

Okay so I’m gonna post a link to a little thing I’m writing after I finish. It’s basically about the effects that bullying has on people, specifically Simon. Just be looking forward to it.

Ralph was searching through the forest; Simon had left to gather wood a while ago and hadn’t come back, which worried the fair boy greatly. He continued to move around through the foliage until he heard something. There was a voice singing, but it wasn’t Simon — he often heard Simon sing, especially while they were working on the shelters —- this voice was unmistakably different. Ralph knew he had heard this voice speak before, but he had never heard it sing.

Ralph moved almost silently through the bushes and creepers until he could see the person. As soon as they came into view, he gasped. In the middle of a tangle of creepers was none other than Jack Merridew, but that’s not all. He had Simon lying with his head in the ginger’s lap, clearly not concious. Before Jack noticed Ralph, he was singing quietly and petting Simon’s hair, but the second he heard the foliage move his head snapped up.

“Who’s there?” Jack asked defensively, pulling Simon slightly closer as if that would protect him. He continued to stare in Ralph’s general direction and Ralph tried to sneak away. “Don’t leave. I know you’re trying to. Come out and show yourself, coward!” Ralph suddenly felt like he had no choice and stepped forward so Jack could see him clearly. The redhead’s eyes widened slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. Ralph looked at Simon and sat down on the ground next to Jack, minding his spear of course.

“He had one of his fainting spells,” Jack explained after a momet. Ralph nodded and joined Jack in petting Simon’s dark hair.

“Why did you stay here with him?” Ralph asked, glancing up at Jack curiously. “You’re not in the same tribe.” They both realized how bad it is to have to say something like that, especially at such a young age.

Jack sighed, “I know we’re in different tribes, but he was still in choir,” That’s right, Ralph had almost allowed himself to forget they were a choir. Jack continued, “and in the choir, I always had to look after everyone. I guess I still do, even though I don’t have to a lot of the time anymore. Either way, I still have a right to worry about them.” Why was he telling Ralph this?

Ralph nodded, “Do you look after the boys in your tribe?”

“Yeah,” Jack nodded. They both looked down at Simon for a few seconds more.

“Maurice started calling me their mother duck,” he chuckled at the memory. “And Simon… He was like the youngest baby duckling. We all watched over him to a certain extent. Even though we laughed sometimes, no one liked seeing him pass out like that, seeing him with a massive headache after he woke up even though he never told any of us, seeing him be called batty by all the kids at school — even though he is…” Jack continued to go on and on about Simon and the choir and Ralph hardly listened. Jack was suddenly interrupted by Simon shifting around before his vibrant green eyes opened.

The first thing he saw when he came to was Jack staring at him, the second was Ralph doing the same beside him. “How’re you feeling?” Jack asked, and it took a moment for Simon to realize he was being spoken to.

“I’m fine…” Simon trailed off, saying nothing about his splitting headache, but knowing Jack knew about it anyway. They continued to sit there, letting Simon lay for a few minutes before Ralph took him back. Finally they stood up to go there separate ways.

Jack picked up his spear and turned to face them. “Simon,” the other two turned around to face him as well, “I still worry about you, we all do. Even Roger.” Simon smiled at him and was about to respond, but Ralph, with one hand on his arm, pulled him away. Jack sighed and went his own way as well.