This is my first Titanic fic so be brutal. lol I am not afraid of flames!! I hope this chapter is good. Hope you like it. I also own Jackie and James in this story. Also I don't own Jack or Rose.
Looking into a three bedroom apartment on the lower east-side of Santa Monica there would be a girl of sixteen sitting on the floor her back against the black couch, a piece of paper resting on the coffee table in front of her, and piece of charcoal in her right hand drawing on that paper like there was no tomorrow. Her blond bangs and her face streaked in black.
"Jackie?" Her mother called from the kitchen. "Jacklyn!" "Jacklyn-Rose answer me this instant!"
"What? I'm doing my art project at the moment and you are bugging me!" Jackie yelled back.
"Don't you sass me young lady. Your father will be back from picking up nana and grandpa Jack. You look a mess at the moment, don't you want to at least look nice for when they get here. Oh and where is that brother of yours?" Jackie's mom said coming out of the kitchen with a spoon pointing at Jackie.
"Dead I hope," Jackie muttered, "No I don't want to clean up just to see nana and Grandpa Jack. Besides its not like I remember them, I was only three the last time they came to visit." Getting up from where she was seated picking up her drawing, looking at what she had just done and put it down again. Then picked up the charcoal and started to draw again ignoring what her mother just asked her to do.
"Jackie where is your- now didn't I just tell you to stop drawing and wash up? And where is James huh? Do I have to do everything my self?" her mother ranted.
Jackie look up again "James is out with a friend, dad said he could go and as for drawing I need to get this done so I can hand this in next week as it is part of my final exam!"
After Jackie had finished talking they herd a noise right out side the front door.
Hehehe is it James or is it some one else… who knows. Shrugs I guess you'll have to Waite until next time