Dear Diary,
I’ve been trying to help the others come up with ideas. But whenever I actually have ideas, no one ever listens to me. I know that Jack doesn’t like me, but I didn’t expect Ralph to not like me either. I thought he was my friend. He would’ve been alone without me! Without me he never would’ve thought to pick up the conch shell from the ground. He would’ve just thought it wasn’t important and wouldn’t have met all of these other littluns with us. He wouldn’t have met Jack either! They only think about themselves, they don’t know how to work as a team.
Whenever I speak, no one listens. But whenever it’s Jack or Ralph they turn their heads to listen to what they have to say. It’s like I’m invisible. I’m sick and tired of being the one no one cares to listen to. I can be a good leader too! Why can’t they see that? Am I not trustworthy enough? Is it because I’m fat? Ralph, I helped him. I helped him get the other children here. I helped him become chief. I helped him start this whole tribe. And I don’t get any credit for it!
This whole situation is just a mess. I don’t get any respect around here. My specs were taken away to make the fire twice! And they cracked because Jack had slapped my face! All they think of me is a person who follows the leader’s plans, when I can think of the plans myself. I’m just, “Piggy.” Nobody knows my real name. Not that they would care. So it wouldn’t matter if I told them or not. My identity remains a mystery to all of them.
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