Okay, this is a jacked-up story about how five kids go back in time and totally fuck up Titanic's already fucked up destiny even more. If this is anything like the story called "Titanic: Changing History" I apologize, but my friends and I have been dreaming about this for a loooong time.

There was a blinding flash of light. Suddenly, we were on a ship. I could tell by the sound of water and the fact that everything just looked...shippy.

"What the hell?" Clay stood up and repositioned his glasses, screwing his eyes up as he looked around.

"Where are we?" Julia clambered to her feet and walked over to the rail at the edge of the ship. She stumbled back as she saw the water a hundred feet below her. "Oh, shit!"

"Oh my God, guys," I whispered. My eyes were on the deck, the deck I'd only seen in pictures...

"What, Cat? What is it?" Gavin asked as he came to stand beside me.

"We're...we're on..." I couldn't get the words out. It was impossible. There was no way. There was absolutely no fucking way.

"What are we on?" Gabbi exclaimed, shoving me into the wall. She looked terrified and confused.

"Titanic!" I blurted out. My friends looked at me like I was crazy. Then they started laughing.

"Jesus Christ, Cat! You had us there, but..." Clay clutched his stomach and doubled over as he howled with laughter.

"Well then, where the fuck are we, huh?" I snapped. I saw a lady walking along the deck a few yards away and ran up to her. She looked over my clothes: Some long dark skinny jeans, bright neon pink Converse with neon lime green shoelaces, and a neon orange tank top with a boyish green, blue, yellow and orange plaid shirt over it. "Excuse me, but, what ship is this?"

"Um, Titanic, obviously!" She replied with a disdainful sniff. "Now, get off the First Class Promenade, Third Class filth!"

"Hell no!" Julia shouted, and Gabbi grabbed her to stop her from tackling the rude woman. "We aren't Third Class you bi-"

Gavin clapped his hand over Julia's mouth and stared at me in shock as the lady hurried on and disappeared around the corner. "No. There's no fucking way."

"Well, there isn't any other obvious answer, is there?" I walked over to a door that had a sign over it that said, 'Bridge: Crew Only'. "Now, let's talk to the captain. It was April 13th when we magically appeared here, so obviously Titanic hasn't hit the iceberg yet. Maybe we can save it!"

"You mean save him," Clay corrected me quietly as I grabbed the brass door handle with my hand.

"Bitch!" I growled. I, and everybody else, knew Clay was talking about Thomas Andrews. I was obsessed with him. No way in hell I was turning down the oppurtunity to meet and possibly save him!

I yanked the door open and strolled in. Three officers stared at me as Clay, Gavin, Julia, and Gabbi walked in after me, looking around with awed expressions. "Excuse me, miss, but you can't be here," stated an officer I recognized to be First Officer William Murdoch.

I grinned at him. "Yes we can! Now, please, Mr. Murdoch, go get Captain Smith."

"No," Murdoch refused. "You can't be here!"

"Oh, shut the hell up, you suicidal bastard!" Gavin suddenly shouted. The three officers stared at him in shock while Julia, Gabbi, Clay and I doubled over with hysterical laughter.

"Excuse me, sir? You have no right to talk too me that way!" Murdoch looked surprised and insulted.

I straightened up and cleared my throat. He looked at me. "Uh, yeah, dude, we're from the future, so, we sorta know what happens to ya'll and this ship. So I'd advise you to shut up and let us do what we want if you wanna live." I figured it was the best and only card we had to play since Murdoch looked ready to blow Gavin's head off with his gun.

"Future?" Another officer gawped. I giggled but nodded, trying to remain serious.

"Yeah. We have proof, too," Julia added.

"Proof?" scoffed the officer that I assumed was Lightoller. "We'll, I'd bloody well like to see it!"

I gestured to my friends' and my clothes. "First of all, have you ever seen people, even the poor, dressed like this?"

They all shook their heads.

"Exactly," I continued, "So that's your first clue. This is the modern style of both boys and girls alike one hundred years from now. Forget those stupid corsets and gowns and dresses and what not! Out with the suffocating and in with the clothes you can actually breathe in!"

They stared at me, bewhildered.

"Second of all, we have technology."

"Well, we have technology, too!" sputtered Lightoller.

"Not cool technology, like the hmm...let's see..." I grabbed Clay's iPhone 4S out of his hoodie pocket and waved it in their faces. "The iPhone 4S!"

"What is that?" Murdoch cried. I pressed the Power button and unlocked it, revealing the pages of games and apps.

"Oh, doesn't this look advanced and cool!" I mocked them as I began playing Temple Run. They crowded around me and watched, wide-eyed, until I finally let myself be overtaken by the evil demon monkeys that had been chasing me. "Trust me, guys, the technology on this ship is, like, the great great great great great great grandma of the technology of 2012!" I handed Clay back his phone and he shoved it in his pocket, glaring at me for stealing at it.

"And there's so much more!" Gabbi added. "Like laptops and computers and iPods and iPads and TVs and 3D movies and iPod touches..." She paused when she took in the very, very confused expressions on the officers' faces. "We'll explain all of it later," She promised. "Right now we need to speak with Smith. Stat." She snapped her fingers for emphasis.

Lightoller nodded. "I'll get him right away." He turned and hurried away.

"So, before he goes and gets Smith and stuff, may I just throw something out here?" Julia looked slightly mischevious and had that twinkle I knew very well in her eyes. The tinkle that meant she was about to say or do something that would cause an outburst from somebody, if not everybody.

I nodded and grinned.

"Titanic's gonna sink within the next 72 hours."

Shit.

It just gets better from here... Review, my friends!