Today I was hoping to get safely to my next show with the school choir. Instead the plane I was on was shot down and luckily, I survived with the choir group. No one know's that our plane was shot down and that we are stranded now on this god-forsaken island. Neither my mother or my father knows were I am and everyone else must think that we are dead. After all it is during World War II. They must think that we must have been casualties, but none of this matters since the group has Jack and myself. We will lead them. After all Jack is a natural leader and I'm strong. The second tallest, only to Jack, and probably the strongest out of the bunch.
Before I crashed landed here, I was going to go too a show and perform with the choir. Jack and I were going to be the main attraction of the show, but instead we crashed on an island. An island were there are no adults and with kids just like myself. With this, I know that Jack would be able to lead everyone else instead of that Ralph and Piggy kid. They are nothing to us. We are organized and under the leadership of Jack. They cannot possibly be able to lead a group of people and that Piggy kid is just fat. Piggy cannot possibly think that others will follow him. Just look at the kid. He's fat, has asthma, needs glasses, and not even athletic. He's incompatible when compared to the rest of us choir kids. He cannot even hunt like the rest of us. What the whole group needs is Jack as the leader instead of Ralph.
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