A coward is a good word to describe Piggy. An idiot? Now that is not a good word for him.

Piggy , who still hasn’t told anyone his actual name , sat alone in a ball under the thickest tree he could find - hiding from Jack Merridew and the other choir boys/hunters. You found him holding back tears , using his uniform’s shirt to clean off his specs.

Piggy let out a shaky sigh , wiping his eyes as he hugged his knees. The round boy knew very well that if he came out from hiding he would be as good as dead. He wanted nothing more then to go back home to his auntie , but he couldn’t exactly do that when trapped on an island with no sign of rescue.

“ Oh dear. What do I do? I can’t survive like this.. “

Piggy muttered soft comforts to himself , trying to relax his shaky breathing. Yet to notice your approach. Which , for his mental sanity , might have been best.