I never knew. For the longest time, I didn't know. I. Was. Clueless. I wouldn't have gone on the Titanic if I knew what was going to happen. I would have never set foot on that deck.

My name is Elizebeth Frolic. I'm fourteen years old, and I lived in Southampton-England. LIVED in England. Well, that was until my Mother, Delilah Harley Frolic, decided to move and start over.

We ran a restaurant a few miles from my house, making a living out of it. We'd make 100,000 pounds a year. But suddenly, my mom just wanted to leave. So we left, but on the most ELEGANT ship.

It was the unsinkable, like they said. The Titanic. I was dazed how majestic and big it was, and how fast it could travel across the Atlantic!

We immediately rushed up the gangway and into the ship. My father had bought us first class tickets, and boy, was it worth it! I indeed loved how divine the carvings for the bed were, and how detail they put into the ship! It was going to be an amazing trip!

The first day, I decided to wander around the ship. I wore a broad-waisted corset, and a long, pastel-white antique lace dress. It was indeed comfy and so very elegant. I wore on my head jeweled Grecian bands with an inset of turquoise rhinestones.

I also had long, white gloves on that were as gentle as the newest made silk, sewed by the world's most luxurious seamstress!

I silently scurried over to the red rope that divided second class and first class. I ran down the stairs, white, short stumped heels clacking against the marble. I made it to second class. It definitely looked different, but there were some similarities.

Madge Collyer was holding her grand doll, telling her father,"Dolly needs a star! Please make her a star!"

I passed through the girl, and nobody else was seen in the hallway.

I finally walked back to my cabin a few hours later. My dad was wearing a lavish, long leather coat and a black buttoned down shirt that was white. He had a winged collar and cuffs at the end of his sleeves. Oh, how handsome he looked!

My mother had a tight, silk white dress on with a furry, purple boa wrapped around her neck. Her shoes were white with a five-inch high heel. We had to dress properly for dinner.

My mother gripped my hand and looked at me straight in my light blue eyes, saying,"Please behave properly. I know, you never misbehave, but please, Elizabeth, don't embarrass me and your father." She let go of my hand and I nodded solemnly.

My father glanced at me, his green eyes twinkling and his sleek black hair shining. He gave a silently, laughing grin and I grinned back. We had a tight bond. Dinner was going to be great!