Post by basiadulces on Feb 19, 2009 13:29:48 GMT -6
Elizabeth B********
Miss K****
English 10 Period 5
February 19, 2009
Jack
Jack is a bright young boy, about the age of thirteen. He was already getting ahead in life. He was the Head Boy of the choir and had earned the respect he aspired for. Once on the island, he expects the same leadership role for himself and for everyone to follow his demands and agree with his ideas. However, Ralph has assumed leadership through ownership of the conch, with Piggy at his side. Deep ambition burns in his gut every time he lays eye on that whorled carapace, and hatred bubbles in his throat, threatening to spill over and engulf him.
He gazes up at Ralph’s silhouette, outlined in red and gold against the horizon, and feels that familiar tug of desire. He feels the need to object and argue with every comment of the chief’s, hoping, maybe, that for once he will be right and Ralph is wrong. And the others will see that Jack should be rightful leader, not Ralph.
Of course, he is the leader of the hunters. Hunters need to be clever and intuitive, always able to outmaneuver the prey. Why shouldn’t the greatest hunter also claim the right of chief? Jack was never distracted when it came to the kill, focused and alert, taking in every aspect of his surroundings. Now, if only he could outwit the chief and his little pig of a pet like he does with his prey.
The thrill of the hunt impels his agile feet over the terrain, along the trampled way of the pig trail. Despite the blood pounding in his ears, he can hear the crashing of the pig, its steps hasty as it flees from the Reaper; hear the squeal of terror that is abruptly cut off into a sputtering cry as his spear pierced its destination. Brilliant scarlet compliments the leaves, painting exotic patterns that narrate the horror that had just been committed. Jack can smell the metallic tang of blood in the air. His bright eyes flash with power, glaring down at the pleasurable sight with intent.
“Silly Pig. You’ll never cross me again,” he murmurs.
Jack is fearless to say the least. He isn’t spooked by the shadows and whispers of the jungle like the littuns. The fright of the beast that haunts the dreams of all those on the island does not strike in his brave, if not irrational, heart. His spear is mightier than the mention of the creature. He will track this beastie, enter its domain and face it when it prevails. Ralph, determined not to have his honor torn out from beneath him, accompanies Jack. Finally, a fair chance to prove Jack as the rightful leader is given.
Miss K****
English 10 Period 5
February 19, 2009
Jack
Jack is a bright young boy, about the age of thirteen. He was already getting ahead in life. He was the Head Boy of the choir and had earned the respect he aspired for. Once on the island, he expects the same leadership role for himself and for everyone to follow his demands and agree with his ideas. However, Ralph has assumed leadership through ownership of the conch, with Piggy at his side. Deep ambition burns in his gut every time he lays eye on that whorled carapace, and hatred bubbles in his throat, threatening to spill over and engulf him.
He gazes up at Ralph’s silhouette, outlined in red and gold against the horizon, and feels that familiar tug of desire. He feels the need to object and argue with every comment of the chief’s, hoping, maybe, that for once he will be right and Ralph is wrong. And the others will see that Jack should be rightful leader, not Ralph.
Of course, he is the leader of the hunters. Hunters need to be clever and intuitive, always able to outmaneuver the prey. Why shouldn’t the greatest hunter also claim the right of chief? Jack was never distracted when it came to the kill, focused and alert, taking in every aspect of his surroundings. Now, if only he could outwit the chief and his little pig of a pet like he does with his prey.
The thrill of the hunt impels his agile feet over the terrain, along the trampled way of the pig trail. Despite the blood pounding in his ears, he can hear the crashing of the pig, its steps hasty as it flees from the Reaper; hear the squeal of terror that is abruptly cut off into a sputtering cry as his spear pierced its destination. Brilliant scarlet compliments the leaves, painting exotic patterns that narrate the horror that had just been committed. Jack can smell the metallic tang of blood in the air. His bright eyes flash with power, glaring down at the pleasurable sight with intent.
“Silly Pig. You’ll never cross me again,” he murmurs.
Jack is fearless to say the least. He isn’t spooked by the shadows and whispers of the jungle like the littuns. The fright of the beast that haunts the dreams of all those on the island does not strike in his brave, if not irrational, heart. His spear is mightier than the mention of the creature. He will track this beastie, enter its domain and face it when it prevails. Ralph, determined not to have his honor torn out from beneath him, accompanies Jack. Finally, a fair chance to prove Jack as the rightful leader is given.