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Chapter 3-4.

Meat or Rescue?




In the background, the invisible curls of wind fluttered the leaves of the palm trees, like eyes in a sight of delight. They made the same noise of the ocean. I slicked back my hair, put my hands impatiently on my hips, and licked my lips. Me and jack have been arguing on the stupidest of things. He wants meat and I want to be saved. I could see it in his sapphire eyes, they are craving for a dead pig. A show of some sort. They'd look straight through me as if I were no longer there. As if there was a peep whole in me, and on the other side, there was an easy target. A great, juicy pig sleeping deeply near the bathing pool. The pack of followers stood behind him, swaying on there hills and pretending to be bored. It's been a while now that we stood in silence. I took the conch from piggys plump-potato fingers and broke the silence.

"We are to have a meeting," I gazed at every steaming brown face. "Now." Even though my voice was low it was still demanding and comanding. I trotted down the rocks as piggy followed slowly behind. I felt there sarcastic stares on our bare backs.

I am starting to worry about what might be to happen. Jack is slowly pushing himself to becoming head leader, the littluns are clueless, frightened, and lazy. I feel that me and piggy are the only reliable guys here. But mayde that is the problem. Maybe I need to push the littluns harder. I need to do something, fast. Just by that anxious to kill look in Jacks dereled eyes-it gives me scary douhts on if he should be trusted. Only time will tell on what he does. I hope it is long from now that he doesn't do anything he won't regret.