Lord of the Flies - Survival
So like yeah. We read The Lord of the Flies in English and we had to make an island survival poster and pick a flag and symbol or leadership and make rules and jobs. And you got extra credit if you made a story on how your group got on the island you're suppsosed to be surviving. And when Woodsmith said that I was like MUST WRITE FIC ASHJLJFGHGALSDJGH
So me and Vivian signed up for a group together and Jose and Cole got stuck with us and Cole bitched about it and Jose jsut went with it and Cole kinda jsut sat there an ddid absolutely nothing but Jose at least looked interested and sharpened pencils for us and got us gluesticks and stuff. So yeah anyway.
Title: Island Survival~
Rating: PG-13 for language
Genre: Cracky crack crack.
“Ahhh, fresh air! I love this cruise!” Vivian exclaims, standing at the railing on the side of the boat. She leans over and watches the bow slice through the waves.
“I know, right?” says Katrina from her perch on the table. The rules said not to sit on the tables, because tables are not for butts, but Katrina ignores half the rules anyway. “It’s actually really fun, even though we have to be with the rest of the idiots from Woodsmith’s class. And Woodsmith herself, guh,” she says, making a face. She stretches her arms above her head and then pokes Vivian in the face.
“What the hell?!” Vivian exclaims. “Jerk!” She aims a punch at Katrina, who dodges and laughs in her face.
“Ah! Whore,” Katrina says. Vivian tries to hit her again. “Too slow!” she teases, dancing out of Vivian’s reach. Vivian rolls her eyes and gives up.
“Remind me why I hang out with you again,” she says, wandering over to sit in the shade. Katrina plops herself down next to her and pokes her face again.
“Because you love me like that,” she says matter-of-factly, and then, “Ew. Look, Marin and Josh and Bridger and Mikey are being idiots again.” They both turn their heads and look to the other end of the boat. Bridger and Marin have Josh held up sideways in the air, and Mikey tries to aim a punch through the flailing limbs at his crotch. Vivian scoffs and Katrina laughs when Mikey succeeds and the other two drop Josh to lie in the fetal position on the floor.
“You’d think Woodsmith would do something,” Vivian says absently, “but no, she just sits over there in la-la land with that stupid fake smile on here face.”
“Yeah, well, what are you gonna do?” Katrina says. “At least she got us a cruise, that’s something to make up for the shitty year she gave us, right?” Vivian gives her a Look.
“No,” she says, “Just. Just no. She’d need to give us a hundred cruises to make up for herself.” Katrina shrugs and figures its best to ignore Vivian’s tendency for overly large grudges. She looks around at al the other kids milling around the deck. Nancy, Chloe, and Melissa are all sunbathing on a few lawn chairs, Monica, Jessica, Marisela, Maria, and Gabby are all poking fun at Marjan, Cole, Brian, Nate, Jose, and Pyae are all wandering around by themselves.
“At least some people are normal,” she says. Vivian laughs.
“Said the girl with a Charlie the Unicorn “Starfish love you” shirt,” she says.
“Pff. You’re the one that brought a Starfish flag and a fricken Double Rainbow with you. Like what the hell? That’s hekka random,” she says.
They spend the next five minutes giggling like idiots.
“Anyway,” Katrina says finally, We should get inside before it gets too dark. I think its supposed to rain tonight.”
Vivian huffs. “What kind of cruise has rain? Stupid weather.”
Katrina laughs at her and they head off to their bedrooms.
The last thing Katrina thinks before falling asleep is, “Maybe this is one vacation I’ll actually like.”
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The next thing she knows, she’s in the rain, clinging to a piece of wood floating in the water and watching the (burning) ship sink slowly under the waves. What the fuck is this shit, she thinks. The last few minutes had been a blur-screams, alarms, flashes and bangs. From what she gathered as she sailed through the air and into the water after the cabin exploded, some dipshit left a cigarette lying on a counter.
“What the fuck is this shit,” she says out loud. She realizes somewhere in the back of her mind that she’s taking this rather well-must be numb to shock or something. She looks around and clings more desperately to her floating plank of life. She spots an island in the distance, and, thankful for her swimming lessons as a child and wishing she was a waterbender, strikes out towards it.
“Stupid. Fucking cruise, no fucking civilized land anywhere fuck shit bitch fuck,” she mumbles to herself.
She reaches the island after what seems like forever and collapses onto the sand.
---
When she comes too, the sun is high in the sky, Jose is lying unconscious some ten yards to her right, and Vivian is yelling at Cole even farther away, something about I don’t fucking care what you have to say, I am not taking orders from you.
She stands up and looks around. Sand. Lots of sand. And even more water. So much water. She turns around and looks behind her. Forest. “Well, shit,” she says, and then turns to shout to Vivian, thinks better of it, and turns to help Jose.
When she gets to Jose, he’s still unconscious. She kind of stares at him for a bit, pokes him with her toe, and then pokes his face with her finger. “Um,” she says. He doesn’t move. She stares at him some more. “...Oh well.”
She walks over to where Vivian is still shouting at Cole. “Um,” she says. Vivian turns to her.
“Katrina! Oh my God finally. Tell this idiot that he is not leader. He can’t do shit. He will not do anything right and we will all die.” Katrina looks at Vivian and then at Cole, who, as usual, stares back with his blank expression.
“Um,” she says. “Cole, you are not leader. You can’t do shit and you won’t do anything right and we will all die.” She looks at Vivian. “Happy?” Vivian smiles and turns back to Cole.
“See?” she says. “Majority vote, I’m leader.” Katrina opens her mouth, possibly to say something like What the fuck are you on?, but then thinks better of it and opens her mouth to say “Kaycool. Who wants to tell me what the fuck even happened here?” instead. Cole says “What the fuck are you on?” for her. Vivian ignores Cole.
“Ugh, some idiot exploded the ship. Everyone else either drowned or made their way to another island. I hope Woodsmith drowned,” she says. Katrina doesn’t comment. She reflects mildly on how weird her life must be if none of this really fazes her. She shrugs. Just then, Jose walks up. “Ohai,” she says. Jose waves.
Vivian rounds on him. “Good, you’re up. Boat crashed, everyone drowned. I’m leader. You. Go build us a shelter.” Katrina sighs at her. Jose looks at her, blinks, shrugs, and heads off to the forest.
“Um,” says Katrina again. “So. ...What the hell do Cole and I do?” She thinks she may regret asking.
“You, you go get fruit or plants or whatever the hell we can eat. I can’t tell plants apart for shit, you’re the one thats supposed to be all plant-nerdy. Cole, you’re strong, go hunt something.” Katrina shrugs and figures to just go along with it. She follows Jose towards the forest, marveling at Vivian’s ability to boss people around in the middle of nowhere and still succeed. She looks back and sees Vivian yelling at Cole again. She sighs and gives him ten minutes before he either caves or gets his face punched in.
Ten minutes later, Cole stomps passed her with a sharp stick in his hand, mumbling something about fucking bitch punch her in the fucking face. She laughs.
When she gets back, Jose is struggling with a few large branches and Vivian is sitting next to a perfect fire. She stares.
“...How,” she says, and then realizes she sounds like some Native American tribal chief person, and finished the question. “How the hell did you get a fire?” Vivian looks at her like she’s an idiot.
“I’m Asian. I know how to do things.” Katrina stares at her for a minute, and then shrugs again. She’s been doing that a lot lately. She sits down next to Vivian and plunks a few apples down.
“Best I could do,” she says. By the forest, Jose drops a branch on his foot and curses. Cole is still in the forest. She vaguely thinks about whether she’d rather starve to death or try to swim out to find civilization. “So,” she says. “I need a distraction. I’m calling this the Magical Narwhal Island.” Vivian actually squees at her.
“OH MY GOD YES,” she shouts. “And we are the Fugu Tribe!” Katrina stares at her, and they both spend the next few minutes giggling like idiots.
By the time Cole gets back(empty handed), they have drawn a starfish on a large leaf and tied it to a branch and shoved it into the ground, and are working on drawing a double rainbow on another. “What the fuck,” says Cole.
“What? Oh. Hi,” says Katrina. “That’s our flag, the starfish. He will never give you up and never let you down, because he loves you. He symbolized determination!” she says. Cole stares at her.
“And this is a double rainbow. We’re using it as a symbol of leadership. Only I can hold it, and it makes me supreme dictator. You have to do what I say. Where the hell is our food?” Vivian demands. Cole stares at her instead.
“What the fuck are you two on?” he asks. They start giggling like idiots. Cole looks helplessly at Jose, who has managed to make some semblance of a hut with hastily cobbled together leaves and branches. Jose shrugs at him, the girls giggle even harder, and he groans.
“Fuck my life,” he moans.
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Yeah Idevenkay. And obviously I edited the bitching about Woodsmith and cussing out on the one I actually turned in :/
So me and Vivian signed up for a group together and Jose and Cole got stuck with us and Cole bitched about it and Jose jsut went with it and Cole kinda jsut sat there an ddid absolutely nothing but Jose at least looked interested and sharpened pencils for us and got us gluesticks and stuff. So yeah anyway.
Title: Island Survival~
Rating: PG-13 for language
Genre: Cracky crack crack.
“Ahhh, fresh air! I love this cruise!” Vivian exclaims, standing at the railing on the side of the boat. She leans over and watches the bow slice through the waves.
“I know, right?” says Katrina from her perch on the table. The rules said not to sit on the tables, because tables are not for butts, but Katrina ignores half the rules anyway. “It’s actually really fun, even though we have to be with the rest of the idiots from Woodsmith’s class. And Woodsmith herself, guh,” she says, making a face. She stretches her arms above her head and then pokes Vivian in the face.
“What the hell?!” Vivian exclaims. “Jerk!” She aims a punch at Katrina, who dodges and laughs in her face.
“Ah! Whore,” Katrina says. Vivian tries to hit her again. “Too slow!” she teases, dancing out of Vivian’s reach. Vivian rolls her eyes and gives up.
“Remind me why I hang out with you again,” she says, wandering over to sit in the shade. Katrina plops herself down next to her and pokes her face again.
“Because you love me like that,” she says matter-of-factly, and then, “Ew. Look, Marin and Josh and Bridger and Mikey are being idiots again.” They both turn their heads and look to the other end of the boat. Bridger and Marin have Josh held up sideways in the air, and Mikey tries to aim a punch through the flailing limbs at his crotch. Vivian scoffs and Katrina laughs when Mikey succeeds and the other two drop Josh to lie in the fetal position on the floor.
“You’d think Woodsmith would do something,” Vivian says absently, “but no, she just sits over there in la-la land with that stupid fake smile on here face.”
“Yeah, well, what are you gonna do?” Katrina says. “At least she got us a cruise, that’s something to make up for the shitty year she gave us, right?” Vivian gives her a Look.
“No,” she says, “Just. Just no. She’d need to give us a hundred cruises to make up for herself.” Katrina shrugs and figures its best to ignore Vivian’s tendency for overly large grudges. She looks around at al the other kids milling around the deck. Nancy, Chloe, and Melissa are all sunbathing on a few lawn chairs, Monica, Jessica, Marisela, Maria, and Gabby are all poking fun at Marjan, Cole, Brian, Nate, Jose, and Pyae are all wandering around by themselves.
“At least some people are normal,” she says. Vivian laughs.
“Said the girl with a Charlie the Unicorn “Starfish love you” shirt,” she says.
“Pff. You’re the one that brought a Starfish flag and a fricken Double Rainbow with you. Like what the hell? That’s hekka random,” she says.
They spend the next five minutes giggling like idiots.
“Anyway,” Katrina says finally, We should get inside before it gets too dark. I think its supposed to rain tonight.”
Vivian huffs. “What kind of cruise has rain? Stupid weather.”
Katrina laughs at her and they head off to their bedrooms.
The last thing Katrina thinks before falling asleep is, “Maybe this is one vacation I’ll actually like.”
---
The next thing she knows, she’s in the rain, clinging to a piece of wood floating in the water and watching the (burning) ship sink slowly under the waves. What the fuck is this shit, she thinks. The last few minutes had been a blur-screams, alarms, flashes and bangs. From what she gathered as she sailed through the air and into the water after the cabin exploded, some dipshit left a cigarette lying on a counter.
“What the fuck is this shit,” she says out loud. She realizes somewhere in the back of her mind that she’s taking this rather well-must be numb to shock or something. She looks around and clings more desperately to her floating plank of life. She spots an island in the distance, and, thankful for her swimming lessons as a child and wishing she was a waterbender, strikes out towards it.
“Stupid. Fucking cruise, no fucking civilized land anywhere fuck shit bitch fuck,” she mumbles to herself.
She reaches the island after what seems like forever and collapses onto the sand.
---
When she comes too, the sun is high in the sky, Jose is lying unconscious some ten yards to her right, and Vivian is yelling at Cole even farther away, something about I don’t fucking care what you have to say, I am not taking orders from you.
She stands up and looks around. Sand. Lots of sand. And even more water. So much water. She turns around and looks behind her. Forest. “Well, shit,” she says, and then turns to shout to Vivian, thinks better of it, and turns to help Jose.
When she gets to Jose, he’s still unconscious. She kind of stares at him for a bit, pokes him with her toe, and then pokes his face with her finger. “Um,” she says. He doesn’t move. She stares at him some more. “...Oh well.”
She walks over to where Vivian is still shouting at Cole. “Um,” she says. Vivian turns to her.
“Katrina! Oh my God finally. Tell this idiot that he is not leader. He can’t do shit. He will not do anything right and we will all die.” Katrina looks at Vivian and then at Cole, who, as usual, stares back with his blank expression.
“Um,” she says. “Cole, you are not leader. You can’t do shit and you won’t do anything right and we will all die.” She looks at Vivian. “Happy?” Vivian smiles and turns back to Cole.
“See?” she says. “Majority vote, I’m leader.” Katrina opens her mouth, possibly to say something like What the fuck are you on?, but then thinks better of it and opens her mouth to say “Kaycool. Who wants to tell me what the fuck even happened here?” instead. Cole says “What the fuck are you on?” for her. Vivian ignores Cole.
“Ugh, some idiot exploded the ship. Everyone else either drowned or made their way to another island. I hope Woodsmith drowned,” she says. Katrina doesn’t comment. She reflects mildly on how weird her life must be if none of this really fazes her. She shrugs. Just then, Jose walks up. “Ohai,” she says. Jose waves.
Vivian rounds on him. “Good, you’re up. Boat crashed, everyone drowned. I’m leader. You. Go build us a shelter.” Katrina sighs at her. Jose looks at her, blinks, shrugs, and heads off to the forest.
“Um,” says Katrina again. “So. ...What the hell do Cole and I do?” She thinks she may regret asking.
“You, you go get fruit or plants or whatever the hell we can eat. I can’t tell plants apart for shit, you’re the one thats supposed to be all plant-nerdy. Cole, you’re strong, go hunt something.” Katrina shrugs and figures to just go along with it. She follows Jose towards the forest, marveling at Vivian’s ability to boss people around in the middle of nowhere and still succeed. She looks back and sees Vivian yelling at Cole again. She sighs and gives him ten minutes before he either caves or gets his face punched in.
Ten minutes later, Cole stomps passed her with a sharp stick in his hand, mumbling something about fucking bitch punch her in the fucking face. She laughs.
When she gets back, Jose is struggling with a few large branches and Vivian is sitting next to a perfect fire. She stares.
“...How,” she says, and then realizes she sounds like some Native American tribal chief person, and finished the question. “How the hell did you get a fire?” Vivian looks at her like she’s an idiot.
“I’m Asian. I know how to do things.” Katrina stares at her for a minute, and then shrugs again. She’s been doing that a lot lately. She sits down next to Vivian and plunks a few apples down.
“Best I could do,” she says. By the forest, Jose drops a branch on his foot and curses. Cole is still in the forest. She vaguely thinks about whether she’d rather starve to death or try to swim out to find civilization. “So,” she says. “I need a distraction. I’m calling this the Magical Narwhal Island.” Vivian actually squees at her.
“OH MY GOD YES,” she shouts. “And we are the Fugu Tribe!” Katrina stares at her, and they both spend the next few minutes giggling like idiots.
By the time Cole gets back(empty handed), they have drawn a starfish on a large leaf and tied it to a branch and shoved it into the ground, and are working on drawing a double rainbow on another. “What the fuck,” says Cole.
“What? Oh. Hi,” says Katrina. “That’s our flag, the starfish. He will never give you up and never let you down, because he loves you. He symbolized determination!” she says. Cole stares at her.
“And this is a double rainbow. We’re using it as a symbol of leadership. Only I can hold it, and it makes me supreme dictator. You have to do what I say. Where the hell is our food?” Vivian demands. Cole stares at her instead.
“What the fuck are you two on?” he asks. They start giggling like idiots. Cole looks helplessly at Jose, who has managed to make some semblance of a hut with hastily cobbled together leaves and branches. Jose shrugs at him, the girls giggle even harder, and he groans.
“Fuck my life,” he moans.
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Yeah Idevenkay. And obviously I edited the bitching about Woodsmith and cussing out on the one I actually turned in :/