We've been on this island for awhile now, but still nobody listens to me. It makes me sad and mad because they think I'm just a fat, dumb person. They are all losing order and not thinking things through. They should have made shelters first... But no. They had to act like a bunch of wild kids and run up the mountain to start a fire.
The island is big, and it's hard to keep track of everyone. We have already lost one little 'un. No one knows where he is and if he will ever come back.
It's always hot here, and so far, we are only eating fruit. Jack hasn't killed a pig at all yet. I don't know if he will or not, though. I don't like Jack. He always yells at me and tells me to be quiet when I have something important to say. They have all forgotten what the conch means it seems. I just want to get off this dreadful island; back to my auntie. It's hard with my asthma, and there aren't many clean clothes left to wipe my glasses on.
If someone finds this, please come help us...before more of us disappear or we turn savage on each other.
Sincerely,
Piggy
Very nice work, Addie! Well done! You capture the essence of poor Piggy well!
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