A Proper Parliament

I'll start at the beginning. Two years ago the third Great War began, raging across Europe. Soon it turned nuclear, and the United Kingdom and the Independent Kingdom of Scotland got dragged into it. Then a couple of weeks ago the Prime Minister declared a state of emergency and started evacuating everyone. I'm not sure what a state of emergency is, but my auntie seemed awfully nervous. They came around and started taking us from the schools and putting us on planes. I think they're sending us to the Falklands. They say America is going to intervene soon, though, so I didn't think we'd be away long.
     So here we are, all crammed into a little plane. I didn't recognize anyone from my school, so I was sitting in a corner trying not to attract too much attention. The pilot said we were headed into a storm, and then I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember is the plane shaking like crazy and people shouting. I think the engines must have quit working, or we were shot down, because suddenly we were falling out of the sky! I remember looking out the window and seeing fire coming from the wing! It's all kind of blurry after that-- my asthma was kicking up-- and then suddenly we're on the ground, and the plane was nowhere to be seen!
     I woke up on the forest floor. Actually, it's more like a jungle, from the descriptions my auntie used to read to me from books. Then I met Ralph. He's a thin kid, and I can tell he's one of the popular bunch from the way he holds himself. He was mean to me at first-- who isn't?-- but I think he likes me. There were some fruit trees around, so we had a quick snack. Then we went down to the beach-- oh, I should mention. We're on an island. Ralph went out and got a good look at it, but I didn't go. I'll get to that in a bit. So we got down to the beach, and we found this conch. It looked like one I'd seen before back home, so I showed him how to blow it. I couldn't do it myself, though, because of my asthma. But then, as he was blowing it, tons of other kids showed up! They were all ages, and I recognized some of them from the plane. So we all sat down, like we were going to have a proper adult meeting. But then another group of boys showed up, all in black choir uniforms and strutting about like somebody's private army. Their leader is a boy called Jack Merridew. He's tall and thin and has very red hair. I don't like him much-- he's giving Ralph and I funny looks.
     Ralph told him who's in charge, though, and we all sat down and exchanged names. There's me and Ralph and Jack, along with Simon and Roger, who came with him. I can't ever remember all the little kids' names, but there's a pair of twins called Sam and Eric. They all call me Piggy. I tried to get them to stop, but they never do.
     We voted for a chief next, like a proper parliament, and Ralph was elected. I could tell Jack really wanted to win, though. I think he'll cause trouble later. Then Ralph and Jack and Simon all went off to walk around the island. They'll be back soon. I found this laptop in some bushes near the trees the plane must have knocked over. We're far out of range of the W3 (world-wide wi-fi), but Word seems to be working. I'm not sure why I'm doing this, but I don't have much else to do, and maybe in the future I'll read it and remember. Oh, here comes Ralph. I think he wants to call a meeting. I'll write more later.