Ok quick short chapter but it was supposed to be part of chapter 1 so here ya go.

Emma woke up to the sound of someone moving around the room fussing about something.

'Oh crap someone get the Advil! I think Chelsea actually went through with the threat and put an axe through my skull. And who is making all that noise? I swear whoever it is better have a good reason to be in my room this early.' her thoughts were cut off when she felt someone tapping on her shoulder.

"Miss, miss wake up! It is mid-day and there is a gentlemen caller outside waiting for you. Hurry we must get you dressed and ready." The voice was of a woman, probably early twenties Emma thought. She pulled herself deeper into the covers, but the cool air hit her when whoever it was, pulled them off the bed.

"Ok whoever you are, can I please have my cover's back?" Emma asked with a slightly annoyed tone as she curled up into a ball to secure any warmth she had left.

"Oh miss I am so sorry! I have forgotten to introduce myself. I am Mary, and I will be your personal maid while you voyage on the Titanic."

At this Emma's eyes snapped open, in which her headache subsided, which she was thankful for, but as she sat up she realized she had no clue where she was.

The room had two beds, one of which was unoccupied. Across from it were a dresser and a small chair. In the opposite corner there were a couch and two more chairs. The room had red wallpaper and a small window. Emma turned back to Mary.

"Excuse me but what did you say?" Emma asked as politely as she could, for either this woman was crazy, or she was.

"Oh that's right you poor thing you were in the hospital when this happened. Well your father came home drunk again and he attacked you because you got him angry. Your mother then followed by coming home and finding you on the floor, so she immediately took you to the hospital and then ran to get you a ticket to America, for she figured you were old enough to take care of yourself. The only rooms on the ship were first class so she spent all her money to buy you a ticket. The room you are sharing is with Miss Brianna Hunter, I'm sure you've heard about her. Her father struck gold out west somewhere and she's got plenty of money. She saw you though and told me that you were good friends. So I was ordered, because she was my original mistress, to take care of you and only you. Then as I was cleaning the room a young gentlemen walked by the door and told me that he recognized you. So I asked him to wait outside and I would wake and ready you. So now I must know miss if you would like this formal or day dress. " Mary finished by holding up two dresses, both of which looked like they would both never fit Emma.

Emma sat there on the bed as her mind woke up and started filing all the information that Mary had just given her.

(Emma's thought's list)

Abused kid……check

Mother bought ticket on Titanic……check

Not really first class just looks like it……check

Sharing room with Bri……check

Mary taking care of me……check

Guy waiting outside for me……check

I'm going to die on the Titanic……check

Mary knows too much……check

"Mary can I ask you a couple things?"

"Yes miss of course."

"One can you just call me Emma?"

"If that is what you wish."

"And two can you pinch me?"

"But miss!"

"Mary just do it!"

Emma sat there and watched as Mary hesitantly came over and reached out. It was as if Emma had some horrid disease or something. Swiftly, Mary grabbed Emma's skin and pinched as hard as she could. The teenage girl sat on the bed and let out a soft whimper, but when she opened her eyes, she saw she was still in the room.

"So…I am not dreaming?" Emma asked with a sigh.

"No miss…" Mary answered now looking at her oddly.

'Perfect..' the girl thought 'Just perfect.'

20 minutes later)

Emma emerged from her room literally looking like a Chinese porcelain doll. Mary had done everything to make her look like a "proper lady".

She had curled her hair,(accidentally burning the sides of her neck) powdered her face,(Emma had nearly gagged) put on a corset,(and probably broken some ribs) pulled her into the dress, (which Emma swore she was have a skin reaction to) put on the eye makeup,( her poor eyes were now bloodshot) and put on WAY! To much lipstick. Emma swore right when she was done that she was going to find jeans for her and her friends.

"Now Miss Emma, down there is the young man that asked to see you." Mary said gesturing to a man in a bowler hat at the end of the hall.

"Thank you Mary." Emma said and began walking toward the guy. Whoever it was had to be from school because she knew no one on the Titanic, Emma reasoned. As she approached him she called out, "Excuse me!" At this he turned and Emma tilted her head when she saw it was her senior friend Brodie. Being fellow band geeks they had become friends at the football games.

"Brodie…" Emma shook her head happily, for she was glad to know she was not in this on her own. Yet, as she stood in front of him she realized he was trying to hold in a laugh. "What is it?" she demanded.

"Do you know how idiotic you look right now?" he asked as he burst out laughing.

"And you don't look anymore stupid?"

"Hey I only look the way I did in the high school musical." Brodie said.

"Yeah, whatever. So anyway you have any idea how we got here?" Emma asked as they started walking toward the grand staircase.

"Well I figured out that little poem we heard right before all of this crap started happening. The first part was just about what happened to the ship before. The second part, I'm guessing, was saying that someone stupid wished for us to be on the Titanic. I mean really Emma can you imagine anyone idiotic enough to wish us onto this ship!" Brodie asked as they reached Honor and Glory Crowning Time (the clock people) If he wasn't looking at it he would have seen Emma literally shrink right beside him. Only did he turn from it did he notice. "Emma what did you do?"

"It wasn't my fault! Ashley wished we were here because her cousin was bothering us. I just agreed! I didn't know that we'd actually end up here!" Emma said frantically waving her arms. She watched as Brodie shook his head and she let out a sigh. She opened the door to the A-Class Promenade then looked back at Brodie who had a stern look on his face.

"Emma what have you gotten us into?"