Nellie O'Malley shivered as the car approuched the harbour.
"Samantha, I keep getting the chills. I really don't want to go." she said softly.
"Oh, Nellie. It's gigantic. Plus, if we don't get on that ship right now we'll be stuck in England! Now come, America is waiting for us." Samantha jumped out from the automobile, and Nellie followed.
The year was 1912 and Nellie O'Malley and her best friend, Samantha Parkington, we finaly going back to America. the girls had been staying in England for the past two years and were sad to leave. Nellie had changed since being the little servent girl next door. She grew out her once stringy strawberry blond hair in to thick curls, and all her freckles had vanished. Samantha's once silky locks had suffered an infortunate accident including fire, and now were barely below her shoulder. But the short style brought out her small features, and she still appeared as beautiful as always.
Nellie walked to the back of te automobile and reached for her bags. A man offered to take them, but Nellie insisted. She stood stiffly as she was checked for diseases and lice, then fololowed Samantha onto the boarding deck.
"Oh, nellie! It's so awe worthy, isn't it!" gushed Samantha, looing at the ship. Nellie nodded sheepishly, and breathed as she stepped through the doors.
Samantha glided down the bustling hallways to their first class cabin. She opened the door and rushed inside quickly. nellie sighed and pushed all their bags inside and paid the man carring Samantha's bags. She turned to her friend, who was laying face down in the feather pillows.
"I'm going to go look around the ship." Nellie announced, and Samantha jerked up.
"Oh, I'll come, too! I can't wait to see!" Nellie wondered how Samantha could be so giddy about the trip. nellie just didn't like the sound of traveling in arctic waters. But she had done it before.
The girls stepped onto the sunny deck. Nellie pulled her coat on tighter, and glanced at Samantha. Her whole face glowed. Nellie sighed and looked around. All the men were looking in their direction. Nellie didn't know if they were staring at her or Samantha, but she honestly didn't care. A dark haired boy walked over to them.
Nellie stared at the man as her smiled at her. He had black hair and blue eyes. He was overall pretty handsome, and seemed high class.
"May I ask your name, Miss?" he said to her. Nellie smiled and replied. His eyes light up. "O'Malley? Are you irish?" he asked.
Nellie could feel her jaw drop a little. " Do you need to ask?" she said.
"Is that a statement or a question?" he replied, staring into her eyes.
"A statement." she sighed, and looked at Samantha who was nudging her.
"I would like to know if you would be interested in attending dinner with me this eveninjg. Your friend may come, too." he siad, winking.
"I'll have to think." Nellie said, then yelped as Samantha pinched her. "Actually, yes. We will."
As the girls walked away, Samantha turned to Nellie. "Why were you acting so cold?"
"I don't know. He seemed suspicious. I don't like him."
"He was very handsome."
"I noticed."
"He looked very intrested in you."
"You really believe so?" asked Nellie.
"Oh, Nellie. We are only 17 years old! Stop acting like you are 50." Samantha sighed.
"How do I act like I'm 50?" Nellie asked.
"Everything! the way you act and dress and talk... so old." Samantha turned to her friend. "Go with him. Have fun. Have a little love on the Titanic, and forget about it as soon as we step foot in New York. Just be... immature."
"Sure." Nellie said as she rolled her eyes.
