I am having a bloody hard time seeing lately. Ever since the big ol' fight, and my specs were taken from me. Now since then, Ralph has been treating my like I am batty! Going crazy, acting like I am STUPID!
"So, do you need help walking...or to see??" he would say under his breathe. He would just snigger to him self, pleasing himself with his humor. I did not find it funny.
I thought about how Jack and Ralph acted, and I saw Jack coming through Ralph very slowly. My eyes were so messed up. I could not make out the waves, all I could see from them was their phospherescent color, gleaming from them.
I did see my hands clearly though, they were smothered with the stain of blood. It had not washed off all the way yet. I just sat, thinking about Ralph and my conversation the other day. The talk about the murder. Yes I dare to say murder. That is because it was murder, but I dare not to tell Ralph that he was right. I tried as hard as I could to keep his mind of that topic. I tried to comfort him. i did want him thinking it was just the weather, just because it was dark, rainy, and the thunder and lightening. THIS DID NOT HELP EAITHER. But he just kept going back to it,thinking and talking about it.
Then when sam'n'eric came along, I could do nothing. We all spoke aobut the dance, acting like we all wern't there. saying that we were tired so we left early. that it was cold. But we all new each other were lying. We could not have know that there was the dance if we were not there. So we new that Sam'n'eric were there too.
I thought about the dance, and the murder. I remembered the shutter of sound from the thunder, and all the littluns' becoming scared. I noticed that ralph was gisticulating. I had never seen him talk with that much rage, and anger. I mean I had seen him be mad before, but not like that! I knew that was a sign, dont get involved when Ralph is talking with his hands.
But one of the littleuns' stifled the conversation, when he said he saw "the beast".
when really it was simon. I knew I could do nothing, but I wanted to help! I had this chill run down my spine. I knew that it was not the beast. but I tosed that thought out of my head. I would not tell any one that I knew it was not the beast. Not even now!
I want to keep it to my self, I dont want to be accused for anything!
There is nothing to see here. Nothing to hear from me...
Thursday, March 13, 2008
blog 13- revision of blog 11- last thoughts
"look there is smoke!" The Navel officer said. The ship grew closer and closer. The men on deck began to see the land form.
They heaved a dingy over board, and into the water so they could go see why there was a fire on the island. The Navel officer thought to him self, and visulized what he would see...
"what will i see? a bunch of crazy grown men and women? nothing? I hope that there is something to find on this island, something to bring back to the boys. Ahh, only another yard till i find out what my treasure will be. Maybe it will be my son! we will find out soon."
The Navel officer arrived on the soft, white, phosphorescent sand. He herd a strange uluation...then suddenly out of no where a young boy comes sprinting out of the jungle. The navel officer asked him, "What is your name, boy?"
The young boy, cowered then answered, "my name is Ralph"
The navel officer had a son named Ralph, but he new the chance of this being his boy was out of the question. and even so, this boy did not look like his Ralph, his Ralph did not have long hair, it was short and a darker brown color. This boy had lighter blonder color hair, and shaggy, covering his eyes.
"who is the leader here?" the officer asked
"I am..." Ralph replied
The navel officer stopped talking for a second and just thought to him self...
" MY Ralph would never be any type of leader. He would put on a better show than this, he would know better! And my ralph would elaborate on his answer to his father, not just give a two word answer. I knew now that I would never find my boy." The Navel officer looked out to the ship, and smiled back at the boys...
Ralph look closely at the navel officer...and noticed that it was his father...but his father did not noticed him. Why he wondered? WHY? Ralph remembered what he had looked like, and remembered that he have long hair and that he had many cuts and wounds, bloody, and had an enormous amount of dirt on him.
ralph spoke in a small voice..."Dad?"
The navel officer looked closely to this young boy, pulled back his hair, and noticed that it was his young boy, it was RALPH!
Ralph noticed a single tear emerged from his fathers eyes. He knew that they were saved. He looked back at Jack, and mouthed..."I TOLD YOU SO"
They heaved a dingy over board, and into the water so they could go see why there was a fire on the island. The Navel officer thought to him self, and visulized what he would see...
"what will i see? a bunch of crazy grown men and women? nothing? I hope that there is something to find on this island, something to bring back to the boys. Ahh, only another yard till i find out what my treasure will be. Maybe it will be my son! we will find out soon."
The Navel officer arrived on the soft, white, phosphorescent sand. He herd a strange uluation...then suddenly out of no where a young boy comes sprinting out of the jungle. The navel officer asked him, "What is your name, boy?"
The young boy, cowered then answered, "my name is Ralph"
The navel officer had a son named Ralph, but he new the chance of this being his boy was out of the question. and even so, this boy did not look like his Ralph, his Ralph did not have long hair, it was short and a darker brown color. This boy had lighter blonder color hair, and shaggy, covering his eyes.
"who is the leader here?" the officer asked
"I am..." Ralph replied
The navel officer stopped talking for a second and just thought to him self...
" MY Ralph would never be any type of leader. He would put on a better show than this, he would know better! And my ralph would elaborate on his answer to his father, not just give a two word answer. I knew now that I would never find my boy." The Navel officer looked out to the ship, and smiled back at the boys...
Ralph look closely at the navel officer...and noticed that it was his father...but his father did not noticed him. Why he wondered? WHY? Ralph remembered what he had looked like, and remembered that he have long hair and that he had many cuts and wounds, bloody, and had an enormous amount of dirt on him.
ralph spoke in a small voice..."Dad?"
The navel officer looked closely to this young boy, pulled back his hair, and noticed that it was his young boy, it was RALPH!
Ralph noticed a single tear emerged from his fathers eyes. He knew that they were saved. He looked back at Jack, and mouthed..."I TOLD YOU SO"
Saturday, March 8, 2008
blog 12- Reporting as Ms. Nicole
To become a court reporter, you must endure many years of schooling and training. You must be trained on how a serious court trial works, and all the tools that you must be able to use. You must learn to control your emotions and how to speak and listen at the same time. Many abilities are required for this job, so lets learn what we need to know.
Common work activities include:
-attending court proceedings, inquiries and depositions as required either through the court or by private hire through an attorney.
-recording the exact conversation and information provided at the proceeding with 100% accuracy.
-Printing out the official court record
-making copies of court records and providing them to the judges, attorneys, and other individuals as requested and required.
Training to become a stenotypist takes 33 months, on average. A stenograph is a machine where 22 keys are made to form words. This is used to print out information in a condensed form. Then using a computer, the document can be converted to a standard text document. But with a different tool it take a lot less time to learn how to use. It usually takes less than a year to become a voice writer. Training is offered by about 160 vocational and technical schools and colleges. The National Court Reporters Association (NCRA) has approved about 70 of these. NCRA-approved programs require students to capture at least 225 words per minute.
Some States require court reporters to be certified. To be certified, court reporters must pass an exam. The NCRA confers several certifications, from entry-level to advanced, and for particular reporting systems. Advanced certifications may require work experience, some additional training, or a college degree. Court reporters must have excellent listening skills. Also speed and accuracy are important. Good writing skills are also needed. Voice writers must learn to listen and speak at the same time. Court reporters working in courtrooms need knowledge of legal procedure. In all court situations. Stenocaptioners should also be good with computers, and typing.
Court reporters will usually need two or four year degree, or the correct certification. This certification will allow you to have the responsibility of keeping all the information accurate and secure. Because of the massive importance of the work court reporters need to have a very high attention to detail and accuracy. Including requirements of the job are, listening skills, and a solid grasp of the English language, grammar, vocabulary, and punctuation. This also must include legal terminology, and the knowing of the procedure of a criminal trial court case.
A official court reporter must have an excellent ability to attend to information even in distracting situations. They must be able to distance their emotions from their work to truly reflect the information given. They must not be personally involved in the case. Often the reporter must work in situations that are very uncomfortable, and emotional and even listen to very disturbing testimonies. And so it is very critical that the reporter is able to stay focused, in side and out side of the court room!
Common work activities include:
-attending court proceedings, inquiries and depositions as required either through the court or by private hire through an attorney.
-recording the exact conversation and information provided at the proceeding with 100% accuracy.
-Printing out the official court record
-making copies of court records and providing them to the judges, attorneys, and other individuals as requested and required.
Training to become a stenotypist takes 33 months, on average. A stenograph is a machine where 22 keys are made to form words. This is used to print out information in a condensed form. Then using a computer, the document can be converted to a standard text document. But with a different tool it take a lot less time to learn how to use. It usually takes less than a year to become a voice writer. Training is offered by about 160 vocational and technical schools and colleges. The National Court Reporters Association (NCRA) has approved about 70 of these. NCRA-approved programs require students to capture at least 225 words per minute.
Some States require court reporters to be certified. To be certified, court reporters must pass an exam. The NCRA confers several certifications, from entry-level to advanced, and for particular reporting systems. Advanced certifications may require work experience, some additional training, or a college degree. Court reporters must have excellent listening skills. Also speed and accuracy are important. Good writing skills are also needed. Voice writers must learn to listen and speak at the same time. Court reporters working in courtrooms need knowledge of legal procedure. In all court situations. Stenocaptioners should also be good with computers, and typing.
Court reporters will usually need two or four year degree, or the correct certification. This certification will allow you to have the responsibility of keeping all the information accurate and secure. Because of the massive importance of the work court reporters need to have a very high attention to detail and accuracy. Including requirements of the job are, listening skills, and a solid grasp of the English language, grammar, vocabulary, and punctuation. This also must include legal terminology, and the knowing of the procedure of a criminal trial court case.
A official court reporter must have an excellent ability to attend to information even in distracting situations. They must be able to distance their emotions from their work to truly reflect the information given. They must not be personally involved in the case. Often the reporter must work in situations that are very uncomfortable, and emotional and even listen to very disturbing testimonies. And so it is very critical that the reporter is able to stay focused, in side and out side of the court room!
Friday, February 29, 2008
Blog 11- Last Thought
"look there is smoke!" The Navel officer said.
The ship grew closer and closer. The men on deck began to see the land form. They heaved a dingy over board, and into the water so they could go see why there was a fire on the island. The Navel officer, thought to him self, and visulized what he would see...
"what will i see? a bunch of crazy grown men and women? nothing? I hope that there is something to find on this island, something to bring back to the boys. Ahh, only another yard till i find out what my treasure will be. Maybe it will be my son! we will find out soon."
The Navel officer arrived on the soft, white, phosphorescent sand. He herd a strang uluation...then suddenly out of no where a young boy comes sprinting out of the jungle. The navel officer asked him, "What is your name boy?"
The young boy, cowered then answered, "my name is Ralph"
The navel officer had a son named Ralph, but he new the chance of this being his boy was out of the question. and even so, this boy did not look like his Ralph, his Ralph did not have long hair, it was short and a darker brown color. This boy had lighter blonder color hair, and shaggy, covering his eyes.
"who is the leader here?" the officer asked
"I am..." Ralph replied
The navel officer stopped talking for a second and just thought to him self...
" MY Ralph would never be any type of leader. He would put on a better show than this, he would know better! And my ralph would elaborate on his answer to his father, not just give a two word answer. I knew now that I would never find my boy."
The Navel officer looked out to the ship, and smiled back at the boys...
Ralph look closely at the navel officer...and noticed that it was his father...but his father did not noticed him. Why he wondered? WHY? Ralph remembered what he had looked like, and remembered that he have long hair and that he had many cuts and wounds, bloody, and had an enormous amount of dirt on him.
Ralph spoke in a small voice..."Dad?"
The navel officer looked closely to this young boy, pulled back his hair, and noticed that it was his young boy, it was RALPH!
Ralph noticed a single tear emerged from his fathers eyes. He knew that they were saved. He looked back at Jack, and mouthed..."I TOLD YOU SO"
The ship grew closer and closer. The men on deck began to see the land form. They heaved a dingy over board, and into the water so they could go see why there was a fire on the island. The Navel officer, thought to him self, and visulized what he would see...
"what will i see? a bunch of crazy grown men and women? nothing? I hope that there is something to find on this island, something to bring back to the boys. Ahh, only another yard till i find out what my treasure will be. Maybe it will be my son! we will find out soon."
The Navel officer arrived on the soft, white, phosphorescent sand. He herd a strang uluation...then suddenly out of no where a young boy comes sprinting out of the jungle. The navel officer asked him, "What is your name boy?"
The young boy, cowered then answered, "my name is Ralph"
The navel officer had a son named Ralph, but he new the chance of this being his boy was out of the question. and even so, this boy did not look like his Ralph, his Ralph did not have long hair, it was short and a darker brown color. This boy had lighter blonder color hair, and shaggy, covering his eyes.
"who is the leader here?" the officer asked
"I am..." Ralph replied
The navel officer stopped talking for a second and just thought to him self...
" MY Ralph would never be any type of leader. He would put on a better show than this, he would know better! And my ralph would elaborate on his answer to his father, not just give a two word answer. I knew now that I would never find my boy."
The Navel officer looked out to the ship, and smiled back at the boys...
Ralph look closely at the navel officer...and noticed that it was his father...but his father did not noticed him. Why he wondered? WHY? Ralph remembered what he had looked like, and remembered that he have long hair and that he had many cuts and wounds, bloody, and had an enormous amount of dirt on him.
Ralph spoke in a small voice..."Dad?"
The navel officer looked closely to this young boy, pulled back his hair, and noticed that it was his young boy, it was RALPH!
Ralph noticed a single tear emerged from his fathers eyes. He knew that they were saved. He looked back at Jack, and mouthed..."I TOLD YOU SO"
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Blog 10- When we know...
"When we first landed-" Sam started off
"-on the island we-" Eric continued
"-we were doing fine but-"
"-now we are being-"
"-forced to join Jack's-"Sam said
"-STUPID tribe-"Eric exclaimed
Sam'n'Eric spoke back and forth about Jack's tribe. And many of the others issues on this island.
We both knew that nothing good was going to come from visiting Jack. All that Ralph wanted were the glasses back. Just to start off a fire, and to keep it going. We herd Ralph say that he would have let Jack have some of the fire when ever he wanted. But we did not believe him, we knew that he was just lying to get what he wanted from Jack.
We wanted to be rescued too...we wanted to be in our own bed, warm and cozy. We wanted to be in our own home, use a tooth brush, and see our own parents. But ever since we let the fire go out, we could feel the chance of that slipping further and further away from reality.
Back on castle rock, when we were captured, we felt useless. We wanted to help fight, but once we knew what they had...that rock. We just sat quiet. We did not know if they had another rock like that, and we could not look around, because Jack would question us on what we were looking at. But we did have enough movement to be able to look over to piggy. We peered over the ledge of the cliffs, and saw the blood stained rocks. we saw the innards of Piggy wash away. We quickly drew back in disgust. We were astonished that they had killed, murdered, another boy.
We stood in disbelief that Ralph had run away, all we saw was him sprinting into the jungle. We did not know what we was doing, what he was hunting, and where he was planning on going. But we just saw him run away. Did he just leave us here to die, to be killed by the murders?? Did he not care about us at all?? We looked at each other, scared , and unknown of what was going to happen to us.
Jack turned to us, with an evil glare. We could feel the daggers of eyes he had, stabbing in to our chest. He spoke to us, but the words went in one ear and right out the other. We could not tell what he was saying. It was like he was speaking in another language that we had never herd before. The hunters around sniggered, and stared at us. They held their spears as if they were diamonds. Admiring them, stroking them, and sharpening them with shards of rock. We would be ok when we knew what he was going to do with us...
"-on the island we-" Eric continued
"-we were doing fine but-"
"-now we are being-"
"-forced to join Jack's-"Sam said
"-STUPID tribe-"Eric exclaimed
Sam'n'Eric spoke back and forth about Jack's tribe. And many of the others issues on this island.
We both knew that nothing good was going to come from visiting Jack. All that Ralph wanted were the glasses back. Just to start off a fire, and to keep it going. We herd Ralph say that he would have let Jack have some of the fire when ever he wanted. But we did not believe him, we knew that he was just lying to get what he wanted from Jack.
We wanted to be rescued too...we wanted to be in our own bed, warm and cozy. We wanted to be in our own home, use a tooth brush, and see our own parents. But ever since we let the fire go out, we could feel the chance of that slipping further and further away from reality.
Back on castle rock, when we were captured, we felt useless. We wanted to help fight, but once we knew what they had...that rock. We just sat quiet. We did not know if they had another rock like that, and we could not look around, because Jack would question us on what we were looking at. But we did have enough movement to be able to look over to piggy. We peered over the ledge of the cliffs, and saw the blood stained rocks. we saw the innards of Piggy wash away. We quickly drew back in disgust. We were astonished that they had killed, murdered, another boy.
We stood in disbelief that Ralph had run away, all we saw was him sprinting into the jungle. We did not know what we was doing, what he was hunting, and where he was planning on going. But we just saw him run away. Did he just leave us here to die, to be killed by the murders?? Did he not care about us at all?? We looked at each other, scared , and unknown of what was going to happen to us.
Jack turned to us, with an evil glare. We could feel the daggers of eyes he had, stabbing in to our chest. He spoke to us, but the words went in one ear and right out the other. We could not tell what he was saying. It was like he was speaking in another language that we had never herd before. The hunters around sniggered, and stared at us. They held their spears as if they were diamonds. Admiring them, stroking them, and sharpening them with shards of rock. We would be ok when we knew what he was going to do with us...
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Blog 9- Nothing to see here!
I am having a bloody hard time seeing lately. Ever since the big ol' fight, and my specs were taken from me. Now since then, Ralph has been treating my like I am batty! Going crazy, acting like I am STUPID!
"So, do you need help walking...or to see??" he would say under his breathe. He would just snigger to him self, pleasing himself with his humor. I did not find it funny. I thought about how Jack and Ralph acted, and I saw Jack coming through Ralph very slowly.
My eyes were so messed up. I could not make out the waves, all I could see from them was their phospherescent color, gleaming from them. I did see my hands clearly though, they were smothered with the stain of blood. It had not washed off all the way yet. I just sat, thinking about Ralph and my conversation the other day. The talk about the murder. Yes I dare to say murder. That is because it was murder, but I dare not to tell Ralph that he was right. I tried as hard as I could to keep his mind of that topic. I tried to comfort him, about thinking it was just the weather, just because it was dark, rainy, and the thunder and lightening did not help eaither. But he just kept going back to it,thinking and talking about it. Then when sam'n'eric came along, I could do nothing.
We all spoke aobut the dance, acting like we all wern't there. saying that we were tiredso we left early. that it was cold. But we all new each other were lying. We could not have know that there was the dance if we were not there. So we new that Sam'n'eric were there too.
I thought about the dance, and the murder. I remembered the shutter of sound from the thunder, and all the littluns' becoming scared. I noticed that ralph was gisticulating, I had never seen him talk with that much rage, and anger. I mean I had seen him be mad before, but not like that! I knew that was a sign, dont get involved when Ralph is talking with his hands. But one of the littleuns' stifled the conversation, when he said he saw "the beast". and really it was simon.
I knew I could do nothing, but I wanted to help! I had this chill run down my spine. I knew that it was not the beast. but I tosed that thought out of my head. I would not tell any one that I knew it was not the beast. Not even now! I want to keep it to my self, I dont want to be accused for anything! There is nothing to see here. Nothing to hear from me...
"So, do you need help walking...or to see??" he would say under his breathe. He would just snigger to him self, pleasing himself with his humor. I did not find it funny. I thought about how Jack and Ralph acted, and I saw Jack coming through Ralph very slowly.
My eyes were so messed up. I could not make out the waves, all I could see from them was their phospherescent color, gleaming from them. I did see my hands clearly though, they were smothered with the stain of blood. It had not washed off all the way yet. I just sat, thinking about Ralph and my conversation the other day. The talk about the murder. Yes I dare to say murder. That is because it was murder, but I dare not to tell Ralph that he was right. I tried as hard as I could to keep his mind of that topic. I tried to comfort him, about thinking it was just the weather, just because it was dark, rainy, and the thunder and lightening did not help eaither. But he just kept going back to it,thinking and talking about it. Then when sam'n'eric came along, I could do nothing.
We all spoke aobut the dance, acting like we all wern't there. saying that we were tiredso we left early. that it was cold. But we all new each other were lying. We could not have know that there was the dance if we were not there. So we new that Sam'n'eric were there too.
I thought about the dance, and the murder. I remembered the shutter of sound from the thunder, and all the littluns' becoming scared. I noticed that ralph was gisticulating, I had never seen him talk with that much rage, and anger. I mean I had seen him be mad before, but not like that! I knew that was a sign, dont get involved when Ralph is talking with his hands. But one of the littleuns' stifled the conversation, when he said he saw "the beast". and really it was simon.
I knew I could do nothing, but I wanted to help! I had this chill run down my spine. I knew that it was not the beast. but I tosed that thought out of my head. I would not tell any one that I knew it was not the beast. Not even now! I want to keep it to my self, I dont want to be accused for anything! There is nothing to see here. Nothing to hear from me...
Monday, February 25, 2008
Blog 8- " Not on my watch"
I felt like I was flying, I knew now that there was no beast. Nothing to be afarid of! I knew now that it was just a human like us, nothing more. The beast was just a man, and I knew that it was disrespectful not to have a proper grave, but i was in no control of that. So I just decided to take the parachute out of the trees, and lay him down nicly. I knew i had done the right thing, Then I began my trec down the mountain. I jogged with steadfast, to tell the others.
I finally got to the fire I had seen from the top of the mountain, and I noticed that Jack and ralph were having an arguement. So I did not want to make a bigger problem, so I just sat back and watched. They yelled and screamed at every reaction they got from the other. About the conch, the tribes, the hunters, and many other things. but the worst was the huts! The rain was poring down on the boys, and they faught over the dry land, under the shelters. I did not understand why they could not just share them, until tomarrow. This way they could bother stay dry. But NO...all they wanted was to fight about who was going to be leader.
The storm was rolling in fast, and the lightening was bright, as it light up the sky like day, it struck down towards the earth. With every crack of thunder, the littleuns' became tremulous.
They glanced at the sky, looking as if they were asking god to make the fight and strom to just go away. They were so scared, and I knew that I could help. But something was holding me back now, I felt stuck, sitting and watching. I struggled to get up. I suddenly fell right back down. I herd the Lord of the Flies speak to me.
" Stay Simon, JUST WATCH"
I used every muscle in my body to get out of there. I flew on to the beach, and suddenly I felt a mass amount of weight on top of me. I herd the pig chant, but they were saying beast insted of pig! I felt horrible sratching, bitting, and spears sinking in to my stomach. I tried to get words out but they just trickled out, softly and slowy. no one could understad me. Trying to cetch my breth, I shut my eyes. I suddenly felt no weight on me any more. I could speak well, and I could breath normaly. But it was very cold, I peered out and I noticed that I saw myself, laying in the water. I was very confused, so I tried to go drag myself out of the water, but my arm sliped right through my fingers. I sat down, and thought to myself.
" Am I dead? NO!!! I could not be!! The pain, the screaming, the weight. It had all gone away. But how, I am dead, I am no longer with them. What should I do now. I have to tell them that the beast is not me, or real at all. It was just a dead man, but how?? I cant believe that Jack is teaching them how to become saveges, nothing more than that. He is filling their minds with corruption, and how to kill, not peace, not order, not to be civilized! He is mad, he is insane, he is nothing more than a rock, wanting to be able to walk, and the power to make a change. and he will NEVER GET THAT! Not as I am around!!!!"
I finally got to the fire I had seen from the top of the mountain, and I noticed that Jack and ralph were having an arguement. So I did not want to make a bigger problem, so I just sat back and watched. They yelled and screamed at every reaction they got from the other. About the conch, the tribes, the hunters, and many other things. but the worst was the huts! The rain was poring down on the boys, and they faught over the dry land, under the shelters. I did not understand why they could not just share them, until tomarrow. This way they could bother stay dry. But NO...all they wanted was to fight about who was going to be leader.
The storm was rolling in fast, and the lightening was bright, as it light up the sky like day, it struck down towards the earth. With every crack of thunder, the littleuns' became tremulous.
They glanced at the sky, looking as if they were asking god to make the fight and strom to just go away. They were so scared, and I knew that I could help. But something was holding me back now, I felt stuck, sitting and watching. I struggled to get up. I suddenly fell right back down. I herd the Lord of the Flies speak to me.
" Stay Simon, JUST WATCH"
I used every muscle in my body to get out of there. I flew on to the beach, and suddenly I felt a mass amount of weight on top of me. I herd the pig chant, but they were saying beast insted of pig! I felt horrible sratching, bitting, and spears sinking in to my stomach. I tried to get words out but they just trickled out, softly and slowy. no one could understad me. Trying to cetch my breth, I shut my eyes. I suddenly felt no weight on me any more. I could speak well, and I could breath normaly. But it was very cold, I peered out and I noticed that I saw myself, laying in the water. I was very confused, so I tried to go drag myself out of the water, but my arm sliped right through my fingers. I sat down, and thought to myself.
" Am I dead? NO!!! I could not be!! The pain, the screaming, the weight. It had all gone away. But how, I am dead, I am no longer with them. What should I do now. I have to tell them that the beast is not me, or real at all. It was just a dead man, but how?? I cant believe that Jack is teaching them how to become saveges, nothing more than that. He is filling their minds with corruption, and how to kill, not peace, not order, not to be civilized! He is mad, he is insane, he is nothing more than a rock, wanting to be able to walk, and the power to make a change. and he will NEVER GET THAT! Not as I am around!!!!"
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