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Annabelle Molly O'Shae
Age- 19
Main Character
Emily Eliza O'Shea
Age-11
Sister
Maggie Taryn O'Shae
Age-6
Sister
Ian Connor O'Shae
Age-2
Brother
Patrick Connor O'Shea
Age- 39
Father
Siobhan Molly O'Shea
Age-38
Mother
Summery- The O'Shae family leaves Ireland for America. Traveling in the 3rd class on the R.M.S. Titanic. Soon the youngest O'Shae is caught up in a forbidden romance with an officer. Will her entire family and her new love.
"We're leaving for America."
My father said it so casually, idly passing a spoonful of soup between his lips. My mother jerked her head up, her eyes wide. "What's this?"
"On the Titanic," He put down his spoon. "That ship they've been building in the yards for the past year."
"Really!" I cried, I had been watching the grand ship being built since the foundation had been built. In a rare moment I had even met the designer, a Mr. Andrews. "It's said to be the most grand ship ever built." Emily scowled. "But I don't want to leave Ireland. Missy Calahad just invited me to her tea party." Missy was one of the few rich girls who lived in Queenstown who wasn't too hoity toity to associate with the locals. She was a sweet girl with bright green eyes and brown hair. Her mother was an old bat though. On the few occasions that Emily would visit the Calahad's large home she looked at her as if she were something to be pitied or even washed away.
"Well we leave on the 11th of April. When is Missy's party?" Emily's eyes suddenly brightened "On the 8th."
"Well there is a solution." Papa said smiling brightly.
Mama put down her spoon then glanced up at Papa. "Patrick, may I speak with you?"
I saw his Adam's apple bob as he gulped. "Of course Siobhan." They both pushed their chairs back, and walked into their bedroom. Papa I noticed dragged his feet as he walked.
Soon we could hear their raised voices through the thin walls. I quickly began talking merrily, asking each of the children about their days. Emily quickly began spinning a tale of how on her walk home from school. Tommy O'Bryan had trailed behind her tugging at her braids and teasing her that she looked like a little piggy until she had cracked her school book over her head.
I winced at the visual wondering how the book had survived. My Mama and all of her sisters had used that book in school and so had I. The pages were worn and tattered and the binding was coming undone.
In the middle of Emily's tale Maggie cut in telling of how she had helped Mama clean house and bake bread. Ian just grinned his adorable two year old grin and giggled. But only after a few minutes that conversation ran out and the yelling in the next room turned to me.
"Patrick that girl is too much of a tom-boy; she's nineteen and not yet married. It's almost unheard of. She'll be a spinster yet!"
"Another reason to go to America!" Papa retaliated "maybe she'll even meet a nice boy on the ship."
I lowered my head grimacing, embarrassed. "Why aren't you married Annabelle?" Emily asked her eyes wide. "It isn't because of us is it?"
"No, No, No" I said pulling a pouting Maggie into my lap. "It's just because I haven't found anyone to love just yet."
"Are you going to?" I froze unsure how to answer that.
"Well, Emmy." I paused "I don't know, you never know when you'll fall in love. Or even if you ever will"
She seemed to accept this. I opened my mouth to asked them all if they would like to go for a walk, but the door to my parents room was pushed open.
"we're going to America." Mama said with a sigh.
I couldn't help the bright smile that covered my face. I sat Maggie down on the floor and wrapped my arms around my mother's shoulders "Thank you"
Papa laughed, pulled a bundle of papers from his pocket. He waved them at me "It's steerage but still we will get there." I pulled the papers out of his hands and read every word, absorbing the dates and the single star that was the White Star line logo.
"Where will we live when we get to America?" Emily asked.
"Boston" he said smiling "right where it all started."
