A/N: Hey! So... My class is doing Lord of the Flies in literature, so I was wondering how things would be like if there was a girl on the island, thus a love triangle and the rivalry between Ralph and Jack would be more intense. It would be clearer to differentiate Civilization VS Savagery. I know that a few writers had tried this idea before, and I read some of it. I wanted to try it and I hope that it wouldn't be the same as the other fanfics. I hope that it will be different, and no, I will not snatch plots from anyone. I hope that the female in this story will be different too. I don't want her to be too easy to get, neither too hard to get. I don't want her to be a Mary-Sue either.

I don't really want her to be a Bella, but more like, Clary Fray or Katniss Everdeen type. She will have a lot of negative traits, which will make it realistic.

Soundtrack: Who run the world by Beyonce

"Come on, it'll be alright," my father reassured me as he guided me to the airport.

I glanced around, there were all schoolboys from where my father taught. He was one of the teachers in a fancy boys' school, where he would usually bring me. It wasn't safe for me to be alone at home, so he had to bring me along to his work.

I had to drop out of school, even if I was one of the brightest students in the school.

I am girl. I had to give up my education so that they had sufficient money to get my brothers for tertiary education.

Although it wasn't fair, spending time in my father's workplace wasn't so bad. I had a few occasions where I would sit at the back of the class filled with boys and could learn a thing or two.

I shifted my eyes at the attractive choir boy with reddish hair. Jack Merridew. Another reason why the daily visits in a boys' school was worthwhile.

For unknown reasons, I found myself drawn to him. He had this aura of dark mystery he gives, and I had seen him perform. It was impressive, really. Jack could sing C Sharp and his eyes were radiant as he sang. Something was urging me to get to know him better.

But even if undoubtedly, I know what I was feeling, it was like a taboo in my heart. Since young, I vowed to never follow the footsteps of my mother or any path of a typical woman. I just thought that maybe, we're more than baby manufacturers and household keepers.

I wouldn't say that it was love, in all honesty, I think that I had never been in love before. I heard lovely, unrealistic stories that had described love to be an uncontrollable, unconditional emotion towards someone. That, I confirm was not what I feel towards Jack Merridew. It was more of less significant as that, but in equal amount of powerful feeling, it was indescribable.

The first time I saw him, it was as if the clock's hands ceased to move, every bit of my surroundings became immobile. Meeting his cobalt blue eyes had me frozen, it was as if they cast a powerful spell to make me experience an invisible blizzard on me; Sending chills down my spine, teeth chattering in pure anxiousness, blood freezing solid in my brain like it stopped functioning and the utter disability to breathe.

Needless to say that he drained me weak and I wouldn't classify that as love, but still, a special yet unknown magnetic attraction towards him.

"All passengers, please board flight 1074 now" a female voice boomed the departure section. With that, I embraced my father, feeling that sensation of warmth.

"I'll see you real soon, alright?" he reassured again, forcing a smile on his worried face. Of course, I won't be idiotic enough to know that he was telling the truth.

I may never see him again, our country is at war now.

Taking a deep breath, I faced the gigantic airplane infront of me. It was like the doorway towards the unknown. An adventure.

Before boarding the plane, I took another quick glance at Jack Merridew. As usual, he was with his choir boys, always lining up infront of all of them with their cloaks and caps. He must have great leadership, I always see him bossing the choir boys around.

"May I assist you with that, Miss?" a gentle voice spoke. I turned around and was stunned by the voice of the beholder. He had a fair hair and he was built like a boxer. Nonetheless, he was good looking, his appearance was on par with Jack Merridew's.

I shook away the thoughts of growing admiration. Jack Merridew was enough and fairy tales with Prince Charmings didn't exist.

"No, thank you," I replied, attempting to sound independent. Yes, I can do this. I'm no damsel in distress. I tiptoed and try my best to place my belongings in the cabin. Somehow, my height was too short to reach the cabin.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, I stared at his lips. There was mildness about his mouth. I shook my head and with determination, I finally finished my task. I smiled in satisfactory, only to have my glory destroyed when I felt myself losing balance. I closed my eyes, preparing for the fall when I felt gravity pulling me towards the ground.

However, I felt myself being levitated instead. Someone caught me. I opened my eyes and he caught me. That fair boy. I gazed at his loving brown eyes, there was something beautiful about them. They were radiant with benevolence too.

"Are you sure?" he repeated himself again, this time, it was a little sarcastic.

I laughed shyly in mortification, attempting to shake off the fact that I had made a fool out of myself. I know, I should have accepted his offer, I guess ego had its price to pay sometimes. He didn't say a thing though, he simply flashed his dashing smile as he kept me locked in his arms.

"You're hard-headed, miss," he commented, and his smile grew wider. My heart palpitated as joyfulness surged through my body, admiring his smile. I couldn't help but admire this beautiful fair boy who had been holding me in his arms.

My happiness and smile died the moment rationality hit us. We were in an awkward position, and this was an unethical way of behaving in public, or rather, on a plane. We both couldn't utter a single word, so I just shoved his chest, aggressive enough to give him a warning, but sufficient gentleness to prevent appearing unappreciative. Fair enough, he released me from his tight embrace. I couldn't meet his kind eyes again, I was too humiliated to.

I bolted to my designated seat in order to hide myself from him. Surely, he would shrug it off and forget about that awkward encounter with him. I stared blankly outside the window pane, the buildings were getting miniature per second. Seeing the bird's eye view was breathtaking. It was the first time I was on a plane and the sensation of flying was indescribable.

After a while, the settings of my window pane became dull as it only displayed the similar white clouds. I was getting wearisome and that incident with the fair boy kept replaying in my mind. The depressing emotions started to sink in my heart upon the realisation that I didn't even know his name.

Oh well, I guess I should just cease all these ludicrous irrational thinking. I never want to get married, so why bother thinking about men? Jack Merridew was enough. Not even once he had slipped away from my thoughts, and I'm not going to develop feelings for another one. Like I mentioned before, these silly fantasy weren't love, all the more I wasn't ready to become vulnerable for the sake of giving my heart for someone to break.

"I didn't know you were sitting here too, hard-headed miss," the fair boy greeted me with such gentle manner and sat next to me.

Trying to be as polite as possible, him a sweet, genuine smile and asked, "What's your name?"

"Ralph, " he answered, stretching out his hands for a handshake.

"Victoria," I replied, accepting his handshake. He took my hand and placed it on his lips for a soft kiss. He was more gentleman than I thought, I flicked it away the second the kiss met my skin.

"I'm sorry Ralph, I'm just not used to skin-on-skin contact," I mumbled hurriedly. But the sensation of it was burning on my hand, no boy had ever done that action to me before and I reckon it felt strange, a little disgusting even. However I doubt that was his intention, he was just being friendly.

"I see, I didn't know, sorry about that. On the brighter side, I like it when a girl keeps her modesty," he replied in a casual manner.

I wondered if Jack Merridew was as good as him.

A/N: Hmm, I hope this is alright for everyone. Please review!

I've always dreamed of Ralph being a handsome boy ever since I had watched the 1990 Film of Lord of the Flies, although it wasn't really accurate. I'm couldn't really hoard much descriptions of the boys in the book. Ralph was only described as "muscular" and "had fair hair". I'm not really sure about the hair colour. By fair hair, means that Ralph's blonde? But in the film, it was brown hair. But the 1900 film wasn't accurate either, Jack was blonde when he was actually red-headed in the book. So, some help here please? And I'm not sure about Ralph's eyes, so I was only guessing brown eyes will be nice for him. The 1963 Film didn't help either, because it was black and white!

But yeah. Okay, I didn't really think of her name, only thought of "Victoria". It seems like a powerful British female name, don't you think. Yes, she strives for independence but no, she's not going to be a sexist. There's a difference. She's very stubborn and I warn you, she will have flaws. In fact, she might be nasty in the later chapters.

I want to extend it slightly longer in the beginning as William Golding didn't really describe the plane crash. And although the events will be similar, the language will be different as in the novel, it was really hard to decipher what Golding really meant. It was indeed, written in such a masterpiece that it was very deep and hard to read. I'm not going to type all "Shakespheare-like" and it would make things difficult for the readers as well. So, I'm just going to follow my own style. But I really need help here, I'm not so confident. LOL. I hope you guys can give me some structural feedbacks by reviewing.

Thanks. :)

-Numbkid