Every night in my dreams

I see you

I feel you

Chapter 1: A lucky boy and a poor girl

The Titanic. It was called the ship of dreams and it really was a ship of dreams. I never felt such happy, such sad, like on this travel from Eraklyon to Solaria.

My name is Stella Dawson. A long time ago I was Stella DeWitt Bukater (I have no plan how to spell this name XD) the rich girl, the empty girl. But this few days on the Titanic changed everything for me, my entire live…

I could hear a lot of voices outside the car. Suddenly the door goes open. "Stella?" a man with black, creepy hair said my name. I didn't look at him, but I reached for his hand. Cal Hockley was my fiancé. In only one month we were going to marry, there was just one little problem. I hated this guy so much. He was a snobby, rich man, without a heart, like my mother and the rest of my family. After father's death, we have no money. Mother reminds me every single day that we only had a good name to hide.

"That is the great Titanic? It isn't much longer than the Britannia." I told Cal. "Stella, you maybe make fun of other things, but not of the Titanic. It's a hundred feet longer than the Britannia and much more comfortable." he answered in his snobby way. I shot a cold gaze on him and walked away. But I heard as he said to my mother, "Luna, your daughter isn't easy to impress."

For other people, this ship was a beautiful dream, for me it was a slave ship what bring me back to my own dungeon. I'm sure you all think "Is this girl crazy? She is rich and is engaged to a rich man! Why is she so unhappy about that?" Well, I'll tell you. From the outside I was the nice princess, but inside I screamed. I always was stubborn, but if you are a princess you wasn't allowed to be anything else as nice. You could say I felt like in a little room, with no windows….I was alone.

"Oh, Ruth! Hello, my dear!" A woman with brown hair and a long black dress rushed down the hallway of the Titanic. We just got into the ship. "Oh my god." mother murmured. It was Musa Brown. In a few years everybody would knew her as 'The unsinkable Molly Brown'. Molly was her nickname. The whole rich crowd hated her, because her husband found gold a few months ago. My mom always called her 'Newrich'. It was like the word 'Bitch' or something like this. But 1912 nobody knew this word. At this moment, something happened what changed my life forever…

"For someone begins a new life." a boy with messy, dark brown hair said. Next to him was a blonde boy, with long hair. Two other men were sitting in front of them. They all looked on their poker cards. "Sky?" the boy with the brown hair asked. "Nope." his friend just answered and showed his cards. "Andy?" Andy also showed his cards. There was only one more person left. "Mark? Show me your cards." the brown haired boy ordered. Mark showed him a pair. The brown haired boy muttered, "Oh, oh…Sky… You won't.." His friend jumped up. "You are such an idiot, Brandon! We lost all our money!" "Calm down, bro. You won't see your mommy for a very long time, because we are going to Solaria! FULL HOUSE, GUYS!" Brandon showed all his cards. Suddenly Andy took Brandon's arm and shouted, "YOU LITTLE…!" He made a fist, ready to punch him. But instead of punching Brandon he hurt this friend Mark. "You bloody idiot! We lost our tickets for the Titanic!" Brandon and Sky just began to laugh. "I'm going to Solaria!" the blonde boy shouted happily. "And I'm going home! Wohooo!"

"No, boys," an old man interrupted them, "The Titanic will go to Solaria…in five minutes." He pointed on an old clock. "Oh man! Hurry up, Sky!" They through some things in their bags and ran out of the pub, were they won the tickets. They were running between hundreds of people. "Come on, Brand. They are leaving. PLEASE WAIT!" Sky screamed. The two friends just reached the closing doors. A steward opened it again. "Third class tickets? Did they control you?" he asked. "Erm…of course! After all we aren't sick or anything else. Please let us on board."

The steward looked around and nodded quietly. "Thank you so much! Sky, we are the luckiest boys ever!" Brandon shouted running through the small corridors of the third class.

At this time, he really thought that he was lucky, even a few days later. But on the 14th of April he won't think so. Well, but I won't skip the best part…when my life begun. "Do you want this picture, Miss?" the made Diaspro asked. (Ha, ha Diaspro is Stella's made XD) "No it was that one with the faces on it…Oh there it is." I answered, taking a beautiful Monè out of a box. Diaspro said in awe, "Its pretty, Miss." "Yes, it is. It's like you are in another world. It's real but it has no logic." I told her, still looking on this painting.

"These pictures were a waist of money," I heard Cal's voice behind me, "What is the name of the artist? Picasso? Nobody knows him!" I didn't look at him. "The difference between my passion for art and Cal's is that I have one." I answered smiling. It was funny to be sarcastic. Suddenly my fiancé grabbed my hand sharply. "You won't talk to me like this again." he whispered. He forced me to look at him. "If you want……"

I have to write a story about the Titanic! I love this movie so much!