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-I was in the mood to add a few stories. Honestly, I'll update based on the amount of reviews I get. If my other story gets more reviews-that one will be updated faster. Its just my way of keeping the readers happy. So if you like it, dont be afraid to show it!

Ralph: And if you hate it-let her know!

-Hey Ralph. Where have you been?

Ralph: Captured-in your other goddamn fanfiction!

Roger: S'not that bad.

Jack: I know-stop complaining.

-Yeah Ralphie. Now it's Roger's turn.

Roger: Again...

The booming noise from the shell ringing in the air was what directed you out of the flora. Scanning the beach, you find a chunky kid with round glasses. Next to him is a blonde haired boy blowing into a sea shell. The crate you found on the island's scar is tumbled across the sand, it makes the boys jump.

Their eyes followed up to you, finding that you were the one who kicked it down. You slip through the sand and sit on top of the box. A smile stretches your warm skin,

"You were making all that noise then?" You ask the blonde who responds with a nod.

"We're calling to see if anyone else is here."

You look around, "Guess I'm third then."

The blonde boy smiles, a fresh pink blush from the heat covered across his nose.

"You're the only girl we've met so far. My name's Ralph." He tells you but looks at the other boy, "And he's piggy!" Ralph gleams and you giggle.

"Ralph..." Whines Piggy. The plump kid did not seem to enjoy the nickname but it stuck to him like glue.

"I'm (Your name). It's nice to meet you."

Piggy eyes the hand held axe you picked up along the way, "Where'd you get that?"

"Found it. Came from the plane probably, they were loading some stuff on before it took off."

You pause for a moment, "Bloody brutal crash, yeah?" And they nod in agreement.

With that, Ralph goes back to sounding the shell again. Boys start to emerge from the jungle to seek out the source. A few of them are young, others are about your age but none are female or past the age of seventeen.

As Ralph slowly stops the alarm he looks at you strangely. Following his gaze, you turn your attention to the crate.

He looks curious, "What's in it?"

"Only one way to find out." You decide to keep yourself busy as Piggy takes down a few names.

Using your axe, you try prying the crate open. As you do, the younger boys slowly trot over to you. They seem to be interested in your weapon so some sit down to watch. Ralph converses with a few older guys, who view you from a distance.

'So…I'm the only girl.' You assume, wondering if you should freak out because of it.

The guys took notice to your being the only woman with them. That was the first thing they noted, then they realized how beautiful you were. You had ripped your uniform up, long red overalls were now shorts with the suspenders hanging off your waist. You had discarded your button up shirt and left on a white tank top. Even that was torn up from getting out of the jungle, so you ripped it into a half top.

Crunch!

Just as you snap off the top of the box, twin brothers stalk over. You kindly ask their names,

"Sam." Says one,

"Eric." Announces the other.

A gentle smile makes them beam delightfully, "My names, (Your name). Help me with this?"

The twins nod and assist you in kicking the crate over. In a rush it empties on to the sand-smaller boxes. You reach down and pick one up,

"Um…anyone want to tell me why there was a load of soap on that plane?" You ask puzzled as you look through the pile of bar soaps, first aid kits, cards, and other things.

The heat beats against your back so you straighten up-wondering why you have not been answered. Your eyes find that a group of older boys have gathered. They have stripped down to bare chests and black shorts. They seem to have thought an adult was sounding the conch. A loud red head in the front makes it clear that he is their leader.

His hair is beyond a normal red-it's nearly crimson. The boy's skin is milky with a tan forming over his cheeks where a few freckles are scattered. He glances over at you, his eyes are hazel-or more orange than that.

You walk over next to Ralph as the crowd is introduced. You scan to group, finding different features and faces. Your eyes target someone standing behind the others. An opposite of the ginger in front.

In the back of the bunch is a lanky boy with sharp shoulders. His face is darker than the rest of the party but not by much. Dark brown feathers collect on his head, forming soft hair. The strands dip down the back of his neck, slightly longer than the other boys. The brown hairs tickle his ears into short forelocks. Ralph turns to you,

"This is the only girl we found so far." He says, nudging you. You snap away from staring at the stranger.

You wave kindly at the group, "I'm (Your name)." The ginger goes next,

"I'm Merridew, Jack Merridew." He says in a pompous manner.

Along the line is a boy, slightly shorter than Jack. He is Maurice. Another tells that his name is Henry, then Robert,

"Harold."

"Simon.." A shy boy mutters hazily.

You lean over, "Hey…he doesn't look too good."

And as if it was on command, Simon drops to the ground. You rush over to him, wiping his dark hair out of his face. Simon's skin has the same sun-sick blush as everyone else,

"He needs to sit down and rest. We should find a place to stay-make camp or something." You say in an orderly way.

Jack stares at you, "You ought to leave him be. He's always throwing a faint. You there-help her."

Before he can even finish the last part, the boy from the back is crouched down with you. He slugs Simon's arm around his neck and stands.

"Roger."

You look under his bangs and find his eyes. They are a pale gray-almost white-color. Shocking and static in nature against his darker toned features.

He quirks a brow curiously and you blink at him,

"S-sorry…what?"

"Roger." He repeats in a blasé murmur.

"Ah-your name…" You realize and he confirms.

You follow him under the shade of a tree with Simon hanging limp. Roger slips him down against the trunk and walks back over to the group. As he passes, Roger's head turns carefully to glance at you-back at the shade-then to you once more. It was as if he was commanding you to stay out of the sun.

You nod, "Yeah…" and he continues to walk.

'How'd I get that…?' You wonder, but feel numb as you lean against the tree.

[[Please Review!]]

Roger: Go on to the next chapter...after you review.

-Wait!

Roger: The hell...?

-You totally like how I gave the (Reader) soap and tampons and razors in a random crate because being on an island with a bunch of men and no tampons is like playing football without a cup on. Right?

Roger:...I guess?

-Haha! I win!