Lord of the Flies

Lord of the Flies:If there had been all girls on the island

Chapter 13—All Girls on Island
It was getting late in the evening, and the sun was presently a crimson disc in the pale blue sky. However, the group of girls had already experienced so many sunsets on the island that they now had a blasé attitude about the breathtaking and beautiful event of nature. All of the girls pulled themselves up suddenly from the glimmering shores of powdery white sand, as they heard big boots crunching toward them. Sally was particularly frightened, for she knew that she was the only girl on the island who had a pair of boots. And she was not currently wearing them. All of the other girls wore flip-flops fashioned out of dried palm leaves. The shoes proved to be very durable. Jane held her slender, bony finger to her pallid face. Her freckles were now barely discernable because they had been blanched away to a translucent existence in her pale state.
“Who’s there?” Demanded Rosemary in a rather impulsive manner. An outgoing and chipper young woman, thirteen-year-old Rosemary was willing to risk her life for her voice. Often she spoke unnecessarily, just to fill up extra space. Obviously, silence was not considered golden for Rosemary.
Suddenly, a creeper was pulled aside and a portly middle-aged man stepped out of the jumble of foliage. A littl’un girl, Lily, actually shrieked with terror.
“Do you have plans to rescue us?” Inquired Rosemary flamboyantly. She energetically waved her right hand in the air as if to show off her long fingernails that were stained with red dye derived from mulberries. The burly man beamed as if Rosemary’s crazy antics had truly bolstered his spirits. As he broke into an even wider grin, it became evident that Hunter Roger, as he introduced himself, was a coffee drinker. His once glistening, pearly teeth were now stained a dark ivory color.
“Come on guys, let’s go,” Roger nodded his head in the direction of a small ship, which was anchored securely at the shore.
“You are lucky I came here to hunt, or else I would have never found you at all. Guys, couldn’t you have constructed a rescue fire or something?”
“We are girls!” Thundered Scarlet, her cheeks flushed as she struggled to make her point. A tall, thin, girl, named for her ringlets of dark red hair, Scarlet was terribly shy and spoke very little. When she did, however, she made comments of paramount importance and everyone knew that it was wise to listen to any ideas that she suggested.
“All right then,” shrugged Roger. He scratched his head absentmindedly. Suddenly, the hunter knelt down close to the girls and lowered his voice to a hushed whisper that was barely audible to the pack of cronies. “Nobody’s dead, right? You’re all OK?”
“Of course we are all right,” Cried Rosemary. She crossed her arms across her chest, obviously offended at Roger’s curious inquiries. “After all, we are just girls. Now, if there were boys on this island rather than us, that would be quite a different story!”
“Yes,” agreed the diminutive girl, Lily, as she struggled to put her two cents into the conversation. “If there were boys on the island, they would have broken out into World War III, and they would have hurt a lot of animals, too. We just ate fruit, us girls.”
“Well, I’m very glad that you did not harm each other, or ravage the entire island.” Roger looked relieved that all of the girls were all right. “Are you ready to go then?”
Soon, all of the English females were on-board the cruiser. They hung over the railings, desperate to catch their last glimpses of the island. Sure, not all of the girls had gotten along on the island. They failed to stay in one group for long. Rather than becoming physically violent, however, they broke into exclusive cliques and fended for themselves. When they became enraged, the females only harmed each other with bitter words rather than disabling blows from the fists.
The sun had completely set now, and a myriad of stars appeared in the pitch-black sky. The girls retreated to the cabin of the ship to crawl under some scratchy wool blankets. They couldn’t wait to be in their own familiar beds, and they desired to see their parents and siblings. Most of all, the girls just wanted a shower and good scrubbing to cleanse themselves in the comfort of their own homes. Soon, the young women’s wishes would be granted, for the ship was steadily heading towards one destination: England.