We have now been on the island for a few months now and all of the boys are turning on me. They won’t help build the shelters, or gather the drinking water, but most importantly they didn’t help keep the fire going. All the boys care about is the supposed beast they think they saw. The boys only thing on the boy’s minds was to hunt the beast and kill it. They no longer care about how we are going to live, eat and drink.
This makes me feel angry and upset because I’m trying to care for them and myself. All they care about right now is that beast which I’m not even sure exists because it was dark and they didn’t see it clearly, it could have been anything. The boys have really upset me. I am now doing everything by myself and I could really use their help, one person cannot do it by themselves.
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