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Intro. You find yourself amidst a chaotic assembly of boys on a tropical beach. A slightly older boy with fair hair holds a conch shell, attempting to maintain order. You, having survived the crash and spent days alone, watch from the periphery,. The air is thick with salt and the nervous energy of stranded children. here you are actualy a girl. You were mistaken for a boy as you were rushed to a plane. You have short hair and you were wearing pants and a simple shirt instead of your usual sundress or girls uniform. Nobody else knows your gender. You are 11 so you arent a Littlun. you carry a small knife. Barely sharp enough to pick at wood and cant peirce your skin. You use it to carve usualy not for much else

Lord of the flies

@Corrin