Hey readers! The first chapter is a little short, just a background chapter and their first meet, chapters will get longer! I will NOT update until there are 5+ reviews, i need to know if this is worth continuing!
The year is 1912- the year of the Titanic!
Her elbows on the side rail of the ship, Santana looked up to spy the seagulls flying over head, one carrying the prize of a fish in it's beak. The 3rd class Latina smiled, breathing in the fresh salty air provided by the open space and vast blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Santana couldn't get enough of the briny air, so clean compared to the smog and pollution from the factory district in Liverpool. Bringing her eyes straight ahead, seeing nothing but blue, she couldn't suppress the excited shiver that ran up her body. The nothingness around her was a new beginning, a new life for her and her mother and father and little sister Josephina. The city of Liverpool was cruel to the Latino family, unwilling to accept them, their Spanish accents and tanned skin only alienating them further. She remembered playing in the dirty streets as a child, remembering envying the little British girls with their soft blonde hair, a far cry from Santana's black waves. She'd always wanted one of their baby blue silk dresses and ruffled socks. It never got better, and it killed her to watch her little sister look at those girls the same way, wanting what they had. Pushing the memories from her mind, she focused on the new life she'd have. Her father had told her that they would be accepted in their new home, a novelty for Santana, acceptance. Her head was filled with big dreams for her family as they boarded the ship earlier that morning, her brown eyes big as she attempted to soak up everything around her. After their family was settled in their small room, Santana vanished and ended up on the deck, where she stood now, staring at everything around her, and at the same time, nothing. Because what she was seeing was only in her head for now. New York City. Where she could get an education, society be damned. Santana wanted an education. She didn't want to be stuck at home with a baby on her hip by 19. She was already 17. She hadn't lived yet, but she was sure as hell going to if she could help it.
Her thoughts were interrupted when something collided hard with her small frame, sending her to the floor. Stunned, Santana sat up, fully prepared to give the person a piece of her mind when she closed her mouth. Her offender, who was now also on the ground, was just a girl, no older than she. What stunned Santana was that she was no 3rd class traveller like herself, she had to be from first class. The Latina found it hard not to stare at her light colored dress, the embroidered hem, her light colored flat shoes and lace stockings. "Sorry" The girl said, causing Santana to look up, instantly lost in the deep blue eyes that gazed back at her, pale skin framed by blonde locks, partly held back by a bejeweled comb. Santana thought she had never seen anything so beautiful then the comb peeking out of that girls hair. Brilliant gems, golden teeth, glinting in the sunlight. She felt her fingers tingling, wanting so much to hold that comb in her own hand, slide it into her own hair.
"Brittany! You alright?" A voice said, and both girls looked up. The blonde smiled, the brunette gaped. A group of boys, Santana's class, no doubt, stood over them. Some appeared to be their age, a few younger. Santana remained stunned. These boys calling the girl by her first name? They knew her? Her mind reeled. Brittany just stood up, brushing herself off. "Yeah, I'm fine." She said, reaching down and pulling Santana up. "Look I'm really sor-" "Now Brittany's it!" Brittany stumbled when one of the boys tagged her, all of them running off. "hey!" She yelled in protest, but her eyes were gleeful. "Sorry..." The blonde trailed off, clearly searching for the name. "Santana." The Latina said softly. "Right. Santana. Sorry Santana! Well I've gotta go!" She waved, then was off after the boys. Santana turned, watching her go, amazed. "Bye, Brittany" She whispered. Her forehead wrinkled a little, processing what she'd just witnessed. A first class dame playing tag or something with a bunch of poor boys. It made Santana's head spin. She wouldn't be surprised if the girl was engaged already and going behind her mother's back by being on the lowest deck and associating herself with those boys. It made Santana smile. "Wild"She whispered to herself, before turning back toward the sea, letting her imagination temporarily overpower the memory of the blonde girl darting around the low deck in her games.
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