blog 14 revision of blog 8

Dear diary
yesterday was the worst day ever, the savages (jacks group) attacked us yesterday during our already unmerciful slumber, Ralph and Eric put up a pretty good fight, against each other i had seen them fighting each other while I was cowering in the corner. Seconds before we were attacked I was thinking that things couldn’t get worse and about what they did to me. Piggy wrote as he gesticulated with the hand he wasn't write.

Jack had stifled and smothered my face with his hand so that I couldn't say or see anything. it was dark and all i could do was feel and that wasn't much help because all i felt was someone jump on me and steel my glasses. I can't see. I don't have much self esteem to start with but to have Ralph hold my and to go places it makes me feel like I'm a little kid.

Ever since I have been stranded on this island I've been teased, hit, and humiliated but none of that stuff doesn’t bother me I'm used to it but nothing makes me crackers like when I got my precious glasses taken away.

Seconds before the attack I was watching the phosphorescent sky and then I got a crazy shudder which only happens when something bad is about to happen it is sort of a spidey sense