Greetings from somewhere in the US of A, as you should know Hurricane Irene is coming. If you don't know you either live under a rock, you don't live in my country, or you just don't pay attention to the news. No offense to you of course. Well, in the area I am in, Irene is going to whip our butts. So I am going to update as much as I can until that happens. Well, sort of I like updating but the local convenience store has already run out of water bottles. That's how paranoid everyone is, it hardly ever happens so… jeez I'm babbling aren't I? This is my first chapter of my first story for the Titanic fanfiction archive. I didn't copy anyone; I've had this story written down for a while. I kinda fibbed on my profile, I wanted surprise people. Sorry, I know I was bad. Hope you like it! -Camille- (P.S someone was on my account so there may be some things on the chapter that are wrong or something else.) (P.S.S This chapter kind of stinks but it will get better.)

Chapter 1

April 15th, 1922

Jack's POV

Ten years, it's been ten years since the day she died, ten years since over 1500 lost their lives on the "Ship of Dreams". It's been ten years since the Titanic the "Unsinkable Ship" sank. I could remember the screams of the people in the water and then the sudden eerie silence. I still had nightmares of it. There were so many people who lost their loved ones on that ship, Tommy, Fabrizio, Helga, Cora, and Rose. My Rose, so young so innocent, only if she got on that damn boat. It was my entire fault, she was dead now. Corpse somewhere at the bottom of the Atlantic, I still remembered everything. Her hair, the sparkle in her eyes, her fiery spirit, everything. It didn't matter now did it; I had a wonderful wife who gave me two beautiful girls. Cora and Jessamyn, sure our marriage wasn't planned. When she found she was with a child her father had made us wed shortly after. But I don't regret our marriage at all; the past six years have been wonderful. Marjorie (A/N His wife.) had a stable job at the Children's School and I worked to preserve older artwork at the museum. It wasn't what I wanted to do, but the pay is good. Things had changed I had settled down, I couldn't run off to Europe in a day's notice anymore, I couldn't live of three dollars a week. I never thought about it that way until today when I was sitting on a bench taking a smoke. I wish I could be like you Jack, running off into the horizon whenever you feel like it. (A/N I'm SOOOOOOOOO sorry if I got that wrong.) I chuckled to myself, I wasn't running off into the horizon now am I Rose?

Smile!

Third Person

Rose took a deep breath smoothing out her dress for the umpteenth time; today was her first day working at the school. She and her husband had recently relocated from New York City to Hoboken, New Jersey. His job moved them from place to place but this time he said that they would be staying in Hoboken. She took inhaled the damp spring breeze once more taking her son's hand,

"Come along Pete, we'll be late." She said gently tugging her son's hand. The walked towards the school house 'Children's School'. Her son looked up at his mother with great big sparkling forest green eyes much like her own.

"Mama will the other children like me?" She smiled at her only child, as for she hadn't been able to conceive after a difficult childbirth. Young Peter had been the highlight of her marriage, though he husband was good to her, doting upon her and her son. It was dull, Robert was always working. Having no time for his son, in some ways he was like Cal. Thinking that money could make up for lost time, but then he wasn't like Hockley. He didn't hit Rose or verbally abuse her. But he would never be Jack. Robert noticed the impending sorrow threatening to blow out his wife's mental flame. He pushed the feeling away, knowing that was doing everything in his power to make their lives perfect. But deep down he knew that it would never be enough, his wife had never told him about being on the Titanic. She had only told him that she had been widowed very young. He never pushed her to tell him anything and for that she was thankful. Rose knew that she would never fully live her dreams to be a moving picture actress but having Peter was enough. She broke away from her thoughts, and looked back at her son smiling,

"Of course Peter you are a wonderful little boy." She said squeezing his hand; he smiled at his mother as they walked into the Schoolhouse. They were greeted by a woman with dark locks tied back with a young girl on her leg sucking her thumb.

"Hello you must be Mrs. Calvert, I'm Marjorie and this is my daughter Jessamine." She said sticking out her hand. Rose to took her hand graciously and began to crouch down on her knees to the little girl's height,

"Hello Jessamine, pleased to meet you. My name's Rose and this is my son Peter." Said Rose gesturing to her son, Peter stuck out his arm.

"Hello Miss Jessamine, my name is Peter Calvert. Pleased to meet you." The young girl giggled, she had dark ringlets with large blue eyes.

"Papa says that rich basturds act like that." She said, her mother's cheeks flushed. Rose bit her lip to keep from bursting into hysterics; Peter looked from Jessamine to his mother a looking slightly confused,

"Mama what is a bastud," Rose bit lip again,

"Err, Petey it's a bad word for mean people."

"But Father says that to the people from his copa…clomp…"

"Company Petey, well…"

"Let's start the lesson shall we?" Interrupted Marjorie saving them from the discussion. Marjorie somehow had gotten all the children seated and Jessamine off her leg. Hs clapped her hands together twice,

"Children as you know we have some faces here today, Miss Rose and her son Peter. I want you to show them with the respect you show all your friends. Now I would like for you to write today's date in your books, April 15th, 1922…" The 15th? Today was ten years since…since he died. Jack had died ten years ago today. How could she forget? Her thoughts were interrupted by Marjorie's voice,

"Rose how about you read the children a story?" she nodded, and walked over to select a book. She picked up a book and walked back to the children. She sat in the chair and opened to the first page until the books was knocked out of her hands, a little girl with dark locks was on her lap. Jessamine?

"Hi, I'm Cora!" she said cheerfully. The girl looked like Jessamine with big brown eyes instead of blue. They must have been sisters, she thought.

"Hello Cora,' she said kindly,

"Cora! Get off Mrs. Calvert's lap this instant!" she said coldly. Rose shook her head,

"No it's perfectly fine, she can sit here." Marjorie sighed; Rose began to read she was interrupted by Cora tugging at her red curls.

"You have pretty hair, it's like fire." She said with a bemused expression on her face,

"Why thank you!" said Rose chuckling. Marjorie snatched Cora off her lap,

"That's quite enough Cora! Leave Miss Rose alone!"

"No, no it's quite alright." She said nervously as they were making a fuss in front of the children. Marjorie seemed to realize that too.

"Fine, but Cora behave your self." She said wagging her finger at the young child now snuggled up against Rose's legs. After that "scene" the afternoon went on smoothly. Until it was time to go,

"You did wonderfully, to thank you I would like to invite you to dinner with my husband and me on Friday." Rose shook her head,

"No I can't intrude on…"

"Nonsense, you were a natural with the children today. I insist that you come." Rose smiled,

"That would be splendid. Thank you."

"Yes, Friday at the Callaghan's Pub." Rose thought back remembering that Pub, Robert had called it, "An uncivilized place for steerage folk." She was appalled by her husband's sudden remark, surely he wouldn't go.

"Ah yes, I'll be there." She said shakily,

"Wonderful!" Rose forced a smile, how was she going to go if Robert wouldn't? He always worked late now anyways, it wouldn't be hard to sneak it past him. Keeping secrets from your husband now are you, Rose? She ignored her conscious, Rose you mustn't do this? What would mother say? Mother would say the same thing as Robert did she thought. You wouldn't want to disappoint her; you already left her on the streets for dead. You-

"Stop!" she shouted starling her son as they were walking to their home.

"Stop what Mama? Did I do something?"

"No, no, you didn't anything darling, nothing at all…" she said her voice trailed off. Her son shrugged, and skipped ahead. She was lost in thought, as they got home and dressed for dinner. Rose sat on her bed opening her diary as she wrote the date,

April 15th, 1922

10 years.

That was all she wrote, simply it was all she needed to. As it was an entire decade since the "Ship of Dreams" sank. Ten years since her beloved Jack Dawson had died.

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