Dear Journal,
I'm dead. I'm writing from Heaven. It's nice up here. Nicer than on the island. No fighting, no killing, no hunger. Well, somehow, which I cannot explain, this journal came up here with me. So I'll be "imaginarily writing" from the afterlife. That sounds really epic! 
Anyways, I don't know how it happened. It was all so fast. The Lord of the Flies was talking to me, or maybe I was imagining it. Either way, it was creepy. Then, I got scared so I ran away. I didn't know where I was going, I was just going somewhere away from the Lord of the Flies. All of the sudden, I run into something that felt like cloth. Then I saw this body, pale and lifeless, and realized... IT WAS THE BEAST! So I sprinted back to wherever I heard all that yelling coming from. I jumped through a final group of bushes, and then they were all yelling and chanting. After that, I don't know what happened. Everything went dark. I wonder how they are doing. They probably don't care. Nobody ever did. I'm just glad that somebody important didn't die, like Jack or Ralph or something. At least they're good leaders. They have good ideas. I just wish I could've made it back in time to tell them about the beast. Well, it'll be okay. I know Ralph will get home safely. I can tell. For some reason, my gut tells me Piggy won't. It's really a shame. I'm sure his Auntie will miss him a lot.