Monologue Lord Of The Flies
Mr. Williams is frantically reeling around the classroom like a fool searching for a piece of scrap paper to record votes on. It is one minute from the end of class so he must elect a new leader of the choirboys today, and I know I will triumph over the other peasants. After all I have threatened each and every one of them, so there is no way I will not prevail.
I was snatched from the island months ago and returned to my family. Although on the boat ride home the others’ faces displayed hope, in my heart sat bitterness. I held the most power anyone my age has seen in years, and I let incompetent Ralph steal it from me.
Now, I am treated equally as the other mongrels. They believe it is not important to call me chief, they believe they are equal to me, but it is …show more content…
impossible for their weakness to compare to my strength. I valiantly ruled my tribe to destroy the evil poisoning our values, but somehow Ralph escaped my kingdom and managed to destroy everything I labored for. Now I must return to the throne and manage my subjects, and I shall begin with the choirboys.
Mr.
Williams has finally found a strip of paper after what seems like a lifetime. What an unqualified waste of time, but his shortcomings will not ruin my moment of redemption. He says, “Ok class, who wants to be considered for the job of leading the choir club?” I raise my hand confidently, and see that intimidation has trounced my peers as there are no others. Wait, a weakling in the back row named Luke, slowly but surely raises his hand as well.
“So only the two of you want to, well that’s fine. Now class, who wishes for Luke to become the president?” Silence befalls the room as my victory solidifies.
I learned back on the island that when you want something, you must take it for yourself. Tolerating Ralph and his incapabilities as leader brought me nothing on the island. Only once I took his followers for my own did I truly realize the perks of holding power. Now I have another chance to take, and I will not waste it.
Suddenly, a solitary hand in the center of the class rises voting for Luke. A foolish move, this person is merely a lone gazelle attempting to fight the lion, and the lion will slit its throat. But I see another rising hand, and another, until all the gazelles stand strong against
me.
“Very well, because everyone has voted for Luke, he is the new leader! Congratulations!” Everyone claps at his victory, and with each stinging screech of bliss I feel my blood boiling, bubbling, and bursting with the lust to take. The clock strikes 12:00 marking the end of class, and the beginning of my retribution. I sharpen my pencil as Mr. Williams says cheerfully, “Class dismissed.” I walk quickly to Luke and exclaim, “Congratulations, can I speak with you now about your ideas for the club,” He nods his head with obvious concern as the other students and Mr. Williams file out of the door. I prowl towards the door and bolt it shut, sealing his fate.
I slowly stalk towards my prey and growl, “You have kept me from my rightful place as leader, and now you must pay the price.”
He slowly backs away from me into a corner and wails, “I’m sorry! I’ll let you lead! Just please, don’t hurt me!”
I retort, “Oh it is much too late for that,” My head pounds and I hear a familiar howl. Kill the pig! Cut its throat! Bash her in! Drink its blood!. Abruptly, I lunge at him, burying my concealed pencil deep within his neck.
I was snatched from the island months ago and returned to my family. Although on the boat ride home the others’ faces displayed hope, in my heart sat bitterness. I held the most power anyone my age has seen in years, and I let incompetent Ralph steal it from me.
Now, I am treated equally as the other mongrels. They believe it is not important to call me chief, they believe they are equal to me, but it is …show more content…
impossible for their weakness to compare to my strength. I valiantly ruled my tribe to destroy the evil poisoning our values, but somehow Ralph escaped my kingdom and managed to destroy everything I labored for. Now I must return to the throne and manage my subjects, and I shall begin with the choirboys.
Mr.
Williams has finally found a strip of paper after what seems like a lifetime. What an unqualified waste of time, but his shortcomings will not ruin my moment of redemption. He says, “Ok class, who wants to be considered for the job of leading the choir club?” I raise my hand confidently, and see that intimidation has trounced my peers as there are no others. Wait, a weakling in the back row named Luke, slowly but surely raises his hand as well.
“So only the two of you want to, well that’s fine. Now class, who wishes for Luke to become the president?” Silence befalls the room as my victory solidifies.
I learned back on the island that when you want something, you must take it for yourself. Tolerating Ralph and his incapabilities as leader brought me nothing on the island. Only once I took his followers for my own did I truly realize the perks of holding power. Now I have another chance to take, and I will not waste it.
Suddenly, a solitary hand in the center of the class rises voting for Luke. A foolish move, this person is merely a lone gazelle attempting to fight the lion, and the lion will slit its throat. But I see another rising hand, and another, until all the gazelles stand strong against
me.
“Very well, because everyone has voted for Luke, he is the new leader! Congratulations!” Everyone claps at his victory, and with each stinging screech of bliss I feel my blood boiling, bubbling, and bursting with the lust to take. The clock strikes 12:00 marking the end of class, and the beginning of my retribution. I sharpen my pencil as Mr. Williams says cheerfully, “Class dismissed.” I walk quickly to Luke and exclaim, “Congratulations, can I speak with you now about your ideas for the club,” He nods his head with obvious concern as the other students and Mr. Williams file out of the door. I prowl towards the door and bolt it shut, sealing his fate.
I slowly stalk towards my prey and growl, “You have kept me from my rightful place as leader, and now you must pay the price.”
He slowly backs away from me into a corner and wails, “I’m sorry! I’ll let you lead! Just please, don’t hurt me!”
I retort, “Oh it is much too late for that,” My head pounds and I hear a familiar howl. Kill the pig! Cut its throat! Bash her in! Drink its blood!. Abruptly, I lunge at him, burying my concealed pencil deep within his neck.