A story of Titanic: Genevieve
As I stepped off the carriage, smoke and food from street venders drafted into my nose.. The sky was grey, with a smoggy film intertwining with the clouds. People rushed along the street, bumping into one another and shouting curse words. Everyone was bustling and hurrying, getting their bags and waiting to board the ship. It was the most exciting day of my life. I was returning to America after living with my parents in South Africa for five years. I loved the safari, but I knew New York was my home.
"Come along now, Genevieve, dear." My mother pushed me along as I watched three young sailors preparing their tugboat. I imagined working with them, getting my hands dirty with grease and the feel of the smooth wheels. I always wished I could be something else, though my life was so grand and exciting. My father worked for the Lipton Tea Company as the head American supervisor. My mother came from the wealth of a railroad entrepreneur and was forced to marry my father to keep their social status. Though my father was already in love with a woman, Francine Montreaus, he made the marriage work and fell in love with my mother.
Unfortunately, I'm going down his path though I have never experienced love. I will board the Titanic to meet my fiancé in New York City. We have already exchanged letters and he seems to be a very polite and respectful man. I am eager to meet him. However, I am worried. I am a plain girl, not one of extravagant beauty, though I am not ugly. I admit I am far too self conscious, but how can I not be when I have never met this boy, he who has sent his picture already to me. He has light brown hair and dark brown eyes, his nose is slightly large though perfectly proportionate for his cheekbones and arched eyebrows. I am already infatuated with him, but the terror that we will have no chemistry; what if he is in love with another woman? I think too much.