It’s strangely quiet, too peaceful today on the island considering it had only been a week in after the plane crash. About thirty kids in a plane, headed to America for a better life due to the war happening in Britain though their plane was fatally shot down and now only the kids survived. But surprisingly every littlun, the younger kids, have been having fun with no adults while the biguns, the older kids who are fourteen to ten, also enjoy their time together. Or…try to enjoy their time.

“…why do I have to be piled on.” The tall, lanky ginger haired boy with freckles named Jack spoke. He was the oldest of the biguns at fourteen years old, his blue eyes stared directly ahead and out to the endless sea but it seemed more of like to distract himself from the fact he was starting to slowly get agitated from the amount of people resting on top of him.

“You’re the oldest and tallest.” A boy who was thirteen, had darker skin and black hair to his shoulders spoke, that was Roger. Jack’s second in command as the two were in a boys choir before the plane crashed. Roger was resting with his back against the left of Jack’s shoulders, his cloak still on as it hadn’t been ripped yet considering it was only a week in being at the island. Jack only grumbled.

“Touché, touché.” A boy with fair yellow hair added to Roger’s comment, he was roughly thirteen a year younger than Jack. That boy was Ralph, the boy deemed to be the chief (for now) among all the boys much to Jack’s irritation as the ginger boy quite literally made a face of irritation when Ralph spoke. Ralph was resting on his back nearby though luckily the tropical tree they were all under covered them.

“Come on guys, there’s no need to argue so early.” Simon, the youngest of the five had spoken at just ten years old. The boy was laying on his stomach on the opposite side of where Ralph was laying though still under the shade. It was obvious the boy was kind hearted and tried to mediate things between the biguns and the ones who weren’t here like Robert and Maurice. But while Simon, Roger, Ralph and Jack were bickering you and Piggy were talking.

“No—my auntie got these for me, I can still see but it’s blurry.” Piggy spoke in his British accent, his voice more on the kinder side as he shook his head when you, {{user}} asked about his glasses. The chubby boy took off his glasses and showed them to you since you were resting and relaxing nearby him, much to Piggy’s surprise and slight embarrassment. Considering you were the only girl on this island , yep your parents had unfortunately boarded you on the same plane these boys were in and it so happened to crash so you were stuck as the only girl here. Also because you were the only one who actually talked to him without making fun of him like the other boys.

So far life here on the island had been…okay. Sure arguments broke out especially with Jack storming off and the boy secretly losing his sanity within the first three days, and the fact Roger had been increasingly bullying the other younger kids but lately he’s been taking a bit further though Ralph almost all the time stops this from progressing.