Blog Prompt 1 - The First Days

I wake up confused finding nothing but trees and dirt surrounding me. Im unsure what's going on and how i got there. I clamber to my feet having very little control over my body. My body is sore and full of scratches as if i had been thrown into a large clothes dryer. I suddenly, slowly start to remember what's going on. We were on a plane, they told us we were just facing some turbulence but i could tell by the look on their faces that something was wrong. Just the thought of not being able to return back home makes me start to quiver. There must be more than me, surly there would be more kids somewhere all i can do is walk and hope to find something.
I walk for a few minutes and i can start feeling the hunger set in. Im so hungry i could devour a pig, and to my surprise i happen to find something quivering in a bush. I move some of the branches aside and i find a pig half scared to death and i can tell that if it had any skin, by now it would be extremely pallor. I tried to get closer and pet it as if it was a dog but it all of a suddenly lets out this grating sound. For a second it felt as if my ear drums were about to explode. It then just ran off with indignation as if i hurt it in anyway. I sat for a couple of minutes remembering how hungry i was.
After catching my breath from that frightful scare i decide to once again keep walking. I begin to start thinking that i may not find anyone. Every couple of minutes id hear noise but i just realize it must be just the wind hitting the trees. I walk for about a half an hour when i suddenly hear this loud strident sound. Sort of like one of a trumpet. I tried running towards it but just as fast as it came, the sound quickly disappeared. I tried to find what way it came from and i started to hear the trumpet again. This time they were followed by short pauses then once again a three second note. Just the thought of finding another person made me forget all about my sores and hunger and i ran as as i ever have. I soon started to feel a breeze like if i was near an ocean. And what did i know, i was, and not only did i find my way out of the jumbled jungle but i found a few other boys as well.
I fat round looking kid approached me asking for my name, i answered him saying Michael J. Peterson III. The fat boy let out a grating laugh as if he had boogers and his nose was stuffed. He said "Well just call you Mikey." I didn't really mind what they called me and i just made my way to the small lagoon. I saw other kids vainly taking off there clothes as if they were world famous models, then i realized they were just too young to care what they looked like and i thought i probably should forget about my insecurities too. It was so refreshing, i was covered in mud and dirt and my hair was all jumbled and it just felt like heaven.
I finally realized where the trumped was coming from and i realized it wasn't a trumped at all, it was a 12 year old boy by the name of ralph blowing into a conch. It was quite interesting and calm until a decorous group of boys that looked like a marching band interposed on the calm sound of the conch. They were led by this vainly looking kid named Jack. Immediately i speculated that he was no good and i was right. He confronted Ralph and talked about having an election for a leader. The crowd broke out into a clamor and Ralph agreed. As i knew... Ralph won.