The Journal of a young boy that survied on a remote island is printed here for the first time. Here is his tragic story...

June, Day 2 on island

Finally my genius has been realized. After years of drudging through crowds of morons I am at last surrounded by good lot of fellows who believe that I am their leader. As it should be. They look about them like this is the worst thing that has ever happened to them when really it is the best. No rules! No teachers or parents shoving their ideas down a fellows throat. This is the freedom we've been wishing for all our lives. I had thought at first that I would hate Jack with all his uppity ways but he's a swell fellow. A mite cowardly though. Couldn't even kill that piglet that would have tasted delightful in our empty stomachs. I fear I shall lose my mind with hunger if we don't find decent food soon. Ha I suppose we could all eat Piggy if we became hungry enough. He would surely feed us for several days. Having him constantly clinging like a burr to my knees is scraping my nerves. Makes me prefer the few solitary hours I had searching round the scar. I had hoped to discover some piece of the plane but apparently every last inch has washed into he pits of the ocean. I am quite lucky to have even saved a portion of my notebook. A pity, all my previous notes and stories were drenched from the storm water and only a few last pages were salvagable. Perhaps another chap shall have some to spare. It would be only right for them to share with their fearless leader. That of course being me. I sincerly devote myself to their care and protection. As their leader I will make sure they want for nothing and follow order nicely much the same as father and his fellow officers I suppose. They shall see me as their king and together with Jack as my right hand man we shall make this our Kingdom. Free from girls, school, teachers and parents.