Thats Not My Name Guys

The first thing I see when I finally wake up is a somewhat blurred outline of a boy with stockings, apparently taking a stroll down the beach.  I struggle to get up and catch up with him––but my auntie told me I have Asthma and that prevents me from being like the rest of the boys.

I need to catch up with this boy though. I don't know where we are and the man with the megaphone is nowhere to be seen. 

I want to ask this kid so many questions at first. It appears to me we are on an island although I am not 100% sure. 

Are there any adults on the island?

Any other kids?

I am aware that my social skills aren't exactly the best. 

Back in England I was bothered by the rest of the boys and I hated it.

But now, it has happened again! When I met the boy with fair hair and stockings, Ralph, I introduced myself––I don't know how it happened though, but he is calling me Piggy.

Piggy

Piggy

Piggy.

I dislike the sound of it––it hurts.

Ralph seems to be more focused on making fun of me with this highly derogatory name-calling than the fact that we are on an island without any adult supervision. I'm thinking we must meet with the others––if there are any others. 

That's when he spots the conch: beautiful, white, and glistening. 

Suddenly I have an idea! Ralph must blow the conch, it'll make a sound that will extend for quite a long distance––this should call everyone else that's scattered about.