My insecurity is catching up with me. Ralph doesn't understand how just the word "Piggy" stings my very core. It was hard enough being the fat boy so why did they have to rub it in my face? I just cannot escape from the cruel torment of other boys. Even on an Island I am "the fatty" or "Piggy." No one will ever find us here. We might as well make the best of this crummy island. I wish I could help the others but my asthma.....I hate this. Why does Ralph get to be the leader? I am just as smart or even smarter than he is! He is just a dumb pretty boy, just like the boys were at school. He humiliated me in front of all the other boys! It was my idea to blow the conch so why does he get the credit?
Saturday, September 13, 2008
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