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Southampton, April 10th, 1912
2:00 AM - Chapter 1
Savannah's bedroom
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I can't sleep. I have to pack. The ship is boarding in six hours. My mother wants me to sleep, but I just cant seem to lay myself down. Thoughts, trailing,
straight through my veins. 'What shoes do I take' 'So, what dress do I take?' 'What would people say if I wore my purple head band and blue dress to
dinner?' I am just SO excited because today I am going to sail on the most magnificent, beauteous, attractive ship I have ever sailed on, the great,
TITANIC! Guess what? We are in first class! So I can read in the library and choose from amazing dinner options. Oh yeah, I haven't introduced myself!
Pardon me, but I was just so fixed on packing that I was so foolish in completing the task of telling you who I am. Hello there, my name is Savannah Ruth
Watson. I am 15 years old and I have long brunette hair. I had a mate before named James but I saw him snuggling with another girl, Debby, and he also
confessed. Oh my, I still have to pack! I guess I have introduced myself enough. I am so sorry, the James story gets me a little but I am fine. Now what
shall I pack? Okay, my silver shoes, my boots in case of chilly weather, my dress (its colored brownish-red, like cinnamon!), my diner gown, the dress
mother bought for me to wear in America (a bluish-green, like the ocean), and my dress my best friend, Cecily, made for me out of cloth her grandmother
wove just for me. Now, it is 5:00 AM, I need to get dressed! I put on a purple dress with a blue underskirt. I slip on my sparkling light blue heels (mother
told me to wear these items today). I hear the faint footsteps of my mother creaking across the floorboards. She appears in the doorway and drops her
jaw in amazement. "My girl," she whispers to herself as she hugs me between her purple sleeved arms. "Now, put on your waist coast." I slip it over my
dress and she gasps. Although she admires my outfit, she doesn't seem happy. "Rat!" She screams and runs after it. I laugh in amusement as she runs
around my room with a broom targeting it like a bow-and-arrow. "We are going to be late!" I yell. Mother stops while she is on top of my bed with her
broom over her head. "Yes, right Savannah, okay, pack your luggage and we will drive to the port." I am laughing so hard I am on the floor crying. "Oh
and Savannah, get off of the floor," she continues, "There is a rat in here." I grab the book father gave me before he ran away, 'Sunshine over the Pink
Horizon', my favorite novel. It has a worn-out blue cover that has pink sparkles on the front. That book is the only proof I have that my father loved me.
My mother tells me otherwise and she gets angry every time I run into my room in disagreement. He did and still does love me. He left to protect us, he
left because of my psychopath mother.