Chapter One
The realism of the situation hadn't quite hit me yet, Mark and I were actually going to America. I wasn't sure why we were going though, Mark had roused me at around six thirty and announced an unexpected voyage to the states- we talked about nothing else since. However, Mark had neglected to include a vital piece of information, where he'd aquired those tickets. I managed to shrug off the questions that buzzed around in my mind and enjoy the marvellous scenery.
Soon Mark and I were standing onboard the marvellous, unsinkable ship, The Titanic. We gazed over the pearl white railings at the hundreds of people that'd turned up to bid farewell to their loved ones and to have a look at the beautiful ship. I had been forced to pinch myself, just to make sure I wasn't experiencing a crazy dream but I hadn't woken up. My heart beat frenziedly as I stepped back from the sight and strode across to a nearby bench to take a seat. I stuck my hand into my pocket and pulled out an empty cigarette packet before cursing my luck and scrunching it into a ball. I only owned a few meagre possesions: a small, bttered suitcase, a diminutive sum of money and the clothes I was wearing. Mark reeled his astonished gaze back onto The Titanic and cast it in my direction before strutting towards me.
"So what the hell's up with you?" he enquired as he took a seat and curiously studied me "can't get your head around the sheer size of this ship huh?".
I smiled and nodded before returning to my feet and beckoning for him to follow. "Come on Mark, let's find our rooms" I said as I walked towards the steps. The walls were pure white and immaculate below, the only sign of dirtiness came from the passengers that lined the corridor- they wore dirty and dark coloured garments. Mark was dressed similarly to the others: a dark-green, hooded jumper and midnight-black trousers which were torn at the hems and left knee.
I was different from the others, fresh and almost clean. My hair was blonde, mainly on top but got dark towards the root and my eyes were a sparkiling, light-blue which illuminated my cute, elfish features. My clothes were a big giveaway to the way that I lived, I wore: a long, brown coat under which was my favourite pink t-shirt, once red but dyed from constant use, a pair of navy-blue trousers which went well with my large, clumpy boots. We stopped outside a door marked 164 E which was lying slightly ajar. Mark pushed it open with no hesitation and we both entered the small cabin. To say the least, the room was small and barely managed to squeeze two, petty bunk beds inside. A young, black man was sitting on the nearby top bunk as we entered; his physic told me that he was tough, perhaps treacherous yet his eyes showed a man of warmth and kindness.
'A'ight boys?' he asked as he climbed down to stand before us, at least two meters tall 'Dredrick's my name, but call me Dred'.
He stuck out a muscular hand which I stared at before rolling my eyes sarcastically 'I'm going for a walk, why don't you get to know Dred a little better Mark?". I tossed my suitcase onto the lower bed and departed from the cabin, leaving a rather tense atmosphere behind. I went for a stroll aroud the deck which ate up a huge portion of my time- I'd truly underestimated the sheer length of The Titanic. As I travelled I happened to peer onto the upper deck which was put to use by the first-class passengers and I realised for the first time how cruel they could be. One pompous man, wearing an obvious, brown wig and a fine suit had taken one glance at me and sneered before sipping his champagne. If Mark had been accompanying me, he wouldn't have hesitated, he'd have leapt up onto the deck and beat the man up. Not me though, I was different from the others, more forgiving and also gullible.
The sun was setting past the distant horizon when I decided to return to the cabin. I walked inside to find that Dred and Mark were gone, in their place was a young man who was sat on my bed and brassily going through my suitcase. I stretched out in a blind rage and pinned him againct the wall whilst he ranted and raved about making a mistake. "I'm Dred's friend! Get your filthy mitts off me!" he yelled as I released my grip. "Where is he? What's he done with Mark?" I asked angrily as he pushed past to close the cabin door.
"They've went off to get us something to eat. My name's Chilli, well it's Billy legally, but my friends call me Chilli" he said through a cheery, gleaming smile.
"Ok Billy, I don't take any shit, so just keep on the right side of me" I said toughly as I growled in Chilli's direction. Undeterred by my threat, Chilli continued to chat to me as though we were best friends and he rambled on about the adventures he'd had in Dred's company. Dred appeared in the door frame some twenty minutes later, followed soon by Mark who carried bread and other delacacies. I was so hungry I didn't speak, I wolfed down my food like a ravenous beast without showing any appreciation for the others' efforts. That night, Chilli revived his tall tales and cheesy jokes whilst I turned over and fell into a deep sleep.
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