Everyone is now relaxed and conversing. Our intense group meeting is
adjourned. The kids we met came in all different sizes, colors,
personalities, and ages. Some were young. Like around the ages of five
to seven. Others were around my age, which is like ten to twelve.
Everyone heard the conch. The conch is now something special to us. It
brought us together, and is a symbol of authority. We established some
basic rules on how to use the conch, what to do now we realize there
is no adults, and who will be the group leader. The group decided I'm
going to take this job. I was thrilled, but now I realize I must be
responsible for the whole group. My accountability for them must have
some validation, which means I must keep some level of respect from
the group members. I want to later stress the importance of a fire, how
we plan to eat, and maybe building shelters. These are all important
conversations I must broach in order for us all to be safe and
satisfied. That doesn’t seem like to much to ask from the boys. I met a guy named Jack, who is the leader of these church
boys. The church boys are very discipline when it comes to Jack. Jack
seems a bit odd to me. Very sarcastic, and he has a very oppressive
personality. He seem to have intimidated the group with his
domineering choice of words and directives. I wasn't really affected.
He seems like a regular boy to me, with a big head. They proclaimed to
be our hunters. So we're pretty much set on how things will be
situated here until we are saved. I'll return after I find some food
and get some rest. Good bye, journal.
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