They Call Me Piggy ;( #1

My name is Piggy, or at least thats what the other boys call me. I guess they call me that because I’m chubby but to be totally honest, I never liked it. I bet the other boys don’t even know my real name. Anyways, not too long ago our plane was shot down while we were trying to evacuate as a result of the bombing in England. We ended up crash landing on this uninhabited island in the middle of no where and now it’s just me and a bunch of cruel boys. While Ralph and I were roaming the island wondering where the other boys went off to after we crashed, we found a conch shell. At first, I didn’t see any real need for it but I discovered that if you blew into the shell, it would make a trumpet like noise. So whats better than to solve one of our problems with this conch shell I found. So I asked Ralph to blow into the trumpet and make the other boys follow the noise so we could join as a group. I had to ask Ralph, there was no way I was going to blow the conch and bring attention to myself, I already get enough bad attention as it is. Finally, when the other boys heard the sound of the shell, they came to where Ralph and I was and of course began to make fun of my nickname. It’s hard always having to listen to that name, I only wish they wouldn’t make fun of me. Anyways, the other boys picked Ralph to be the leader because he assembled the group, although they don’t know that I actually got the idea. I would tell them, but they would never believe that someone like me, came up with an idea so great. Then they picked Jack to be the hunter leader, they didn’t even listen to my request. I feel so unheard sometimes. No one takes me seriously, its going to be hard to spend such a long time with all these boys on the island. Lets just hope I can do it.