Lord of the Flies: Learning How to Love [UNFINISHED]

Jack's Pastel Bliss

Another thought and feeling of regret rested on the white-clothed shoulders of Jack Merridew. He couldn't stop thinking back to adoration. Ralph was there when he asked for him. They basically held hands, held on to each other, as he'd hoped, wished and dreamed of. He shouldn't have been as happy as he was. Ralph's wrist, face, and the way he articulated his voice was all a part of obvious PTSD. Originating from the island, but mostly pushed onto him by Jack himself.

He was to blame for so much that arguably didn't affect his life at all. Unbeknownst to him at the time, he and Ralph were both key factors in living each other's lives safely and happily. Thus it was around time for the God above to challenge the catholic schoolboys with the unfamiliarity of their surroundings and themselves. Although for Jack the whole experience of adoration seemed surreal, to Ralph it was just as much a happy feeling as well as a deep, sorrowful feeling. In this time they were both emotionally drained and controlled by trauma. They both had no idea if it were an appropriate time to make such a decision to speak to each other clearly.

Lucy and Ralph's father had toured throughout the entire school, resulting in his decision to let Ralph go. It was such a perfect school as far as he could tell. All the staff he talked to throughout the halls wouldn't quit boasting about how sophisticated their students were. When Ralph had left during adoration, after his run-in with Jack, he somehow managed to catch up to the pair. When he first saw them, walking side by side, he was reminded of his mother. Lucy had no resemblance to her, although the female presence next to his father was sufficient enough to make the young boy's heart jitter. Ralph was so excited about this vague comfort that he forgot to mention his dismay at adoration. He was informed that since no other rooms were empty, and one boy requested a room to himself, he would have to stay with that boy. That wasn't too big of a problem. Through therapy and personal reflection, Ralph found that he enjoyed socializing with new people as well as old acquaintances. He just had to wonder who it was he'd be living with until his father would pull him out of school and move elsewhere. He was used to that. 

The man in flashy, white uniform walked into the dorm room with his son. For a dorm managed by a single teen, it was very organized. Both beds were made and absolutely nothing was on the ground. Ralph set an eye on one of the beds and ran in its direction, throwing himself onto it. He laughed between comforter and lifted himself up with his good hand. When he was back up, his father was mysteriously no longer in the room. Lucy saw his confusion and sat next to him on the bed. 

"He left to get your things. I'm sorry your roommate isn't here yet." 

Ralph hadn't yet thought about who he'd be living with. 

"Can you tell me who? Maybe a name! Names say a lot about someone." 

"They do, but sadly, I don't know who's room this is. I can look it up if you'd like."

"No, thank you! I don't want to waste your time." 

She could sense the melancholy in his voice. 

"Ralph, they're going to help you here." 

He fixed his hair and made eye contact with the chaperone. 

"With what?"

"Your father told me some things about why you moved here. He was vague, but I want you to know that everything's going to be okay."

Ralph folded his good hand over his bandaged one. This way he could comfortably avoid conversation. 

"The only way that we can truly learn is through experience." 

"Thanks," Ralph spoke awkwardly.

Lucy could tell he felt uncomfortable. She looked out the open door and thankfully Ralph's father had returned from his trip to their car. He looked at Ralph like he was about to lose him.