A/N: This is my first fic, and I know it sucks. Please read, and please review D I tried to get the events as accurate as I could, but there are probably little mistakes everywhere. Anyway...the story...

April 8th

Dear Diary.

So far today has been unfortunately uneventful, although I did receive a rather strange letter from my brother, Eric.

It surprised me, considering I hadn't seen him since I was five. He is living in America now!

He wrote that his job is a very well one, and that he has made himself some money now. He also wrote that he is here, in South Hampton! I've now been bugging Gram to take me out, maybe I could see him passing in the street? Oh, that would be so wonderful! I bet he's changed so much, he's probably such a handsome young man now. I doubt I would even recognize him!

He also sent a letter to my grandmother, and grandfather. They seem very pleased, but a bit distant. I wonder if he's staying, now that he's here. Wouldn't that be so wonderful? Well, diary, I'll let you ponder that. It's dinner now. Always, Hannah.

Later

Oh what wonderful news I have, Diary! While we were eating grandpa told me what Eric put in their letter. The reason Eric is in South Hampton is because he's going to take me on the Titanic. It's supposed to be the grandest, largest ship ever! I even heard Grandpa talking about it just yesterday to one of his friends! Eric will pick me up tomorrow, and we will rest in South Hampton before the voyage, April 10th.

Oh, I shall go pack now! I will pack all my best clothes! Want to know why? Because grandpa said we have First Class tickets! I can't believe this, I really can't! Oh, I'm so happy! First Class!

I but Mum and Dad would be so proud, knowing that we we're going on the Titanic in first class! I wonder if they were still alive, would they have made enough money for first class tickets? Would they even consider the Titanic?

They always wanted to go to America. Eric told me, once. I don't really remember them. I was so young when they died, only about 5 or 6. I didn't exactly know what happened. Grandpa explained it to me when I got a little bit older. My mother had fallen very ill. She had to stay in bed all the time. Than, one night, she slipped away. I think I remember that. Dad died a week after that. I don't know what from, maybe a heart attack. Eric was 13 than. Grandpa and Grandma had, knowing what happened, took me in. Eric went to America on some ship that Gram and Grandpa had to use a lot of their money to afford the ticket, but they managed. That's the last time I saw Eric. I never thought he would do so well. I never thought I would see him again. I wonder if he ever thought of me all that time he was away. I wonder if he ever thought of coming back sooner to see me. Well, Diary, it does not do to dwell. I should get a goodnight's sleep.

If you want me to continue, please review, or I will just leave it here. )