STORY BASED ON TITANIC.
Never Lost
I was 13 when I boarded the ship. The ship was called The Titanic.
I was forced to board it. My parents had been forced to. So did my brother and my older distant cousin. We were forced for some reason I did not understand. I think my dad was in debt, my mom had an assassin following her and my brother was being teased at school. Although some of those reasons were bigger problems than the rest, we had also wanted to find a better job for father in another place.
We were very poor back then but it didn't matter because most people were poor. We had saved a lot of money just to go on the titanic. But it was worth it just to get out of this place. I forgot to tell you that even though I was 13 I was very mature for my age. I was also suicidal. Yes I was in fact, I would have been dead two years ago if my brother, john hadn't went and got my cousin, Phil to save me from falling off the cliff.
As I was packing my things the floor bored creaked as I walked back and forth. Then I tripped. I was perhaps as you say very clumsy. But after I rubbed spit on my wound I got up to see that one of the floor borders popped open, revealing a strange picture and a letter from someone. I didn't have time to read it or even glance at the picture so I stuffed it in my suit case. Finally, we were all done packing. It took forever, but we were done.
There were a bunch of other problems I don't want to mention, still we had to go on the titanic whether we all liked it or not. Once we got on I noticed a lady with red hair and bright beautiful eyes, I felt like I've known her my whole life, like if there was a connection. I stared at her until she looked at me straight in the eyes.