My blood began to rush the moment i heard the first paint patter of hooves scuttling through the creepers. And I wasn't alone this time, I had the entire choir watching, anticipating, just waiting for me to choke again! The sweltering heat felt cold against my skin as my eyes burned with determination and my blood boiled just underneath my pale tortured skin.
We moved in on the little sqealer until we completely had it closed in. No escape. He was mine. The first hit had injured him so I knew that he didn't have a chance. We were going to have meat tonight. My senses went wild as I cut his throat and watched his life flowing out of him in a thick red river. We tied him up and brought him back to the platform. Everyone was going to be so proud of em and my success! They'll lift me up and chant my name! And they'll give me the conch... Stupid Ralph! All he cares about is the fire! What good is a fire if you can't cook anything in it? I guess I should have maybe left a few kids, it would have been nice to have gone home on that ship. But where did Piggy get off giving me lip? I sure put him in his place. I'm getting real sick of those two constantly trying to make me look bad. I should be the real leader. I'm the one who gave them meat!
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