My Dream Come True
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything except Chris and her writings.
Journal entry,
I sit on sun chair, waiting, watching, and of course writing in my journal. I'm sorry to say even while on the greatest ship in the world, I'm down on my luck. All the belongings in the world that I own are meager and little; my journal, a few old cotton dresses and my most precious locket. My mother and father have honored places in my locket and I feel their love for me shine from it. They insisted on teaching me right, so even with all my intelligence on medicine and my wit, I'm afraid that I will always be 3rd class to the world. So no matter what I do in this life, I will always be stuck here sitting on this deck chair writing in my prized journal.
Christina looked up from her writing and sighed out at the deck. She looked up to the right and saw the decks for the upper classes. Snapping her journal closed, Christina stood up and stared at the red and blue sky. Twirling around like a child in the rain, she whirled in bliss and purple for a split second before pair of hands grabbed her by the arms.
"Miss, are you okay? We wouldn't want you to fall overboard now, would we?" The man holding her winked and laughed.
"Why, thank you sir. I'm fine actually. However if I couldn't swim then I would not ever want to fall overboard." Christina wittily replied.
"Well…" at a loss for words, the man resorted to the last available conversation holder. "Fifth Officer Harold Lowe at your service. And miss, you are?" Lowe bowed elegantly.
"I am Christina, however my family calls me Chris. Anyway, I'm not a miss; I'm a journalist!" Christina declared with a hint of boastfulness.
"Nice to meet you, Chris, I may call you Chris, correct? (With a nod of agreement from Christina) Nice to meet you, Chris, not miss, but journalist." Lowe sing-songed with a chuckle in his voice.
"Yes, nice to meet you as well, Officer Lowe." Christina blandly, but politely said back.
"Please call me Harold, Chris."
Chris smiled and nodded her head. A cry for Lowe echoed from a cabin door. With a bow and a grin, Lowe ran off to deal with whatever job needed his attention. Chris walked down in to the third class levels quite cheerfully.