I ran after Ralph and the other, up the hill at a nimble pace. The boys gathered around a heap of warped wood. "Got any matches?" Ralph asked me. I shook my head no. Before I knew it, Jack had taken my glasses and handed them to Ralph. He held them to the wood and it quickly caught fire.
"My specs!" I shouted. The boys' faces became a blur. I couldn't believe what they had done. When Ralph said, "Fire!" in an officious tone, all the boys ran up the hill. They even forgot the conch. The conch that was supposed to bring us together and organize our group.
Once the wood caught fire the crowd of boys rose to a tumult. Jack put my specs back in my hands. I put them on to see the boy's faces become clear. I stared down at the irresistible pinkish conch shell. I shined back up at me. This conch was meant to be respected. I needed to tell Ralph how I felt about the fire and keeping the group organized. "I got the conch! I should be allowed to talk."
"Shut up!" Ralph said to me with a scornful look.