Chapter One

May 5 1955-
It has been three days since my plane has come down in an unfortunate series of accidents similar to the demise of my parents. I have been fortunate enough to find myself an island in which I can live out my days and hopefully start out a utopian society free of prejudice, hate, and where physical prowess doesn't count for anything. As I sat at the beach, pondering my whereabouts, a pale, scrawny little thing washes ashore. We get to know each other in a short amount of time. I tell him I would rather not be called Piggy anymore as I have been in the past, however, it is clear we'll be rivals due to his severe laughing at my sorrows. It is clear Ralph, the fellow whom is with me at the moment is a larger idiot than I imagined at first. His father, apparently an army man, has a map of this land and will find us in a heartbeat, according to Ralph. However, I knew that due to the brevity of the explosion of the plane, there will be no rescuing of us.
      As we are undoubtedly exploring the new island of our inhabitance, we find a conch. In much better physical condition than I, Ralph is the one instructed with the task of blowing into and on such a beautiful, music making object. The instant Ralph started blowing on the conch, children came running out of the bushes and the forests. One of the boys who comes out of the woods is a strapping young lad named Jack. The redhead seems like he is a nice lad, however, silence, sanity, and intelligence do not seem to be virtues in Jack's possession. There is an exploration party, but, Jack forbids me to join on account of my obesity. After an hour or so, (and a failed hunting attempt by Jack), they return and announce we are indeed on an island. Later, we have a meeting and, it is decided by a majority that Ralph should be leader. I try to get some words in, but, every time I try to get a word in, I am told to shut up by Jack (frankly, I wish he'd died in the plane crash along with the pilot and crew). The only time I can get a word in is to announce that a small boy claims to have seen an anaconda. I loathe my state of being. No one respects my intelligence and empathy as Peter. Everyone just knows me as the gluttonous Piggy!

 Golding's theory of everyone being inherently evil is only part of what's at play here. I can say Piggy is the most relatable character in this book because he has three factors that I can relate to more than the others. The first is he is a nice guy in glasses. The second he is an intelligent kid surround by idiots, jerks, and people that were born without the ability to shut up. I experience that every day (in some cases they're either both or all three). The third is he hates what he is called and wishes he was called something else.
         "What's yer name?" This quote proves that Piggy is at least trying to have a social attachment to the other children. He might like them. He might hate them. But, at least he'll know their names.