Random stories that I wrote

Lord of the flies fanfic

So I spent two and a half days writing this. I managed to write 10 pages. I say good luck to my English teacher. Anyways this is just a small section. If y'all like this then I'll write more so enjoy.

This story is gonna be in Ralph's POV. This scene is after the boys get rescued and are now on the ship. Good luck reading this!

Ralph's POV:

I had eventually calmed down from all the crying I was doing. We were, at last, getting rescued from this horrid island. I would finally get to go back home to my family if they were still alive. For all I know, they could be dead. I'm starting to hate that word so much now. Why does everything have to die? First Simon, then Piggy, and now possibly my parents. I started tearing up again just thinking about what life would be like without them. I've heard so many stories about kids without parents. They go and live with random people. I began to feel hot tears roll down my face.
"Come on Ralph!"
I looked up towards the voice. There standing in the boat was Roger who was glaring at me.
"Look, you wanted to get rescued in the first place so get in the boat!"
He groaned loudly, rolled his eyes, and then sat down next to Jack who was staring numbly into the ocean. The breeze picked up and blew his bright red hair onto his face. It seemed that even the breeze made him frustrated. He huffed angrily before quickly moving his hair out of his face. I watched him contemplating if I should even get on the boat after what had happened. Jack looked away from the ocean and towards me. The way he gazed at me with his feral eyes frightened me. The Jack I once knew when we got onto this island was gone. He had turned into a monster.
"Ralph," Roger said, quieter getting rather irritated by the minute.
I snapped out of the long terrifying stare that I was keeping with Jack and walked over to the boat quickly, making sure not to step on the pieces of burnt leaves that had floated onto the sand from the breeze. I stayed quiet as I boarded the boat and I made sure to sit far away from Jack and the rest of the terrible boys.
"How long will it take to get back home?"
"It all depends on where you were going before you boys ended up on that island," the officer said while he started up the boat and drove back to the trim cruiser.
I slowly nodded my head and glanced at the water as the boat moved through it gracefully. I can understand why Jack was staring at it. The water was a deep dark blue and it had a magical look to it. I never really noticed this when we were on the island. The water was so much lighter towards the shore and much clearer. Being this far away from the shore petrified me. I know it's a bit odd that I'm all of the sudden scared of everything but try being chased through the jungle by psychopaths. It does frighten you more than it should.
I was so focused on the water that I hadn't realized Jack had been death staring me the entire time. I looked up and we made eye contact. He had that same look in his eyes. The same bone-chilling stare that would give a littlun nightmares if they looked at him for too long. I started to slightly panic and I could tell he knew because a small smirk started to appear on his face.
Don't show him that you are afraid or else he won't stop
I turned my head back towards the water and thought about my dad which caused the look of panic that was spread across my face to go away. Jack stopped looking at me and mumbled something inaudible to Roger and the littluns. The boat got dead silent and an uneasy feeling crept into my stomach. It was way too quiet for my liking. I gulped feeling several pairs of eyes drilling holes into my body which made the uneasy feeling ten times worse than it should have been. My stomach started to growl and immediately after I felt a light tap on my shoulder. To my surprise, it was one of the littluns.
"I heard your stomach growl Ralph," He mumbled, holding his hand out towards me.
"I have some berries for you."
I looked at his hand and carefully took a few berries. I wasn't expecting this at all.
"Thank you," I said, a smile forming on my face.
The small boy went back over to his friends and sat down next to them.
"You're welcome," He muttered quietly.
I put a berry into my mouth and immediately spit it out. No wonder the littluns hated eating the unripe berries. The berry had an intensely sour taste and a rotten smell to it which caused me to gag once I spit it out. I threw the berries into the ocean and looked at the little boy who was munching away on the rotten berries.
The officer arrived at the trim cruiser and had parked the boat right in front of the ladder. I was the last one to climb up the ladder except for the officer who stayed behind to make sure everyone got up safely. I wanted to go back and thank him for rescuing us but once I walked back over to the ladder, the boat was gone. I sighed and walked back over to the rest of the boys and stayed quiet. A tall, black-haired blue-eyed man came towards us. He was wearing the same uniform as the officer but it was much neater and cleaner. He stood in front of us with a stone-cold look on his face. I looked at my feet that were brown and covered in sand and then at the rest of the boys. We didn't look like normal boys which were probably why the officer was staring at us. He turned back around and started walking away with his arms behind his back.
"Please follow me. You boys look like you've fought in the war," He lightly chuckled and continued walking.
Roger and Jack stayed behind while the rest of the boys followed the Officer towards a large door. I walked swiftly and glanced behind me meeting eyes with Roger. My pace quickened and I ended up getting to the door quicker than the Officer.
"No need to rush," the Officer said with a jolly chuckle.
It reminded me of the way Santa Claus laughed. The haunting but addicting laugh that was always adored during the holidays. I wonder if I'll even get to experience the holidays like I used to.
"I'm just-," I paused to quickly think of a lie. "hungry," I said with a smile.
It wasn't the reason why I had walked to the door so quickly but I certainly wasn't telling a full lie. I was starving. He must have bought it because soon after I had said it, the large grey door was open and a large group of older men surrounding a table looked at us curiously like we were all young thoroughbreds that had been bred specifically for racing.
"A couple of young lads you got there I see," an older man said. He looked to be in his late 70s. I wondered how he was still alive.
"Looks like a couple of no good lying little rascals. I bet they make their mommies weep," a younger man said with a smirk while the entire room filled with the laughter. I could tell he was from where I used to live before we were evacuated.
"Quit it, Howell. I know how you were when you were there age," the tall black-haired man said firmly.