We walked out one of the doors and into the hallway. I could smell the fresh paint. The smell confirmed that the ship was indeed brand new.

Mother and I continued walking until we reached the grand staircase. The staircase was made of marble and beautiful carved redwood. The walls in this area of the ship were wood paneled as well. That wasn't the part that caught my attention though. The part that attracted my eye was the dome. It was beautiful and made entirely of glass. Around the circumference of the dome were various designs. It was absolutely beautiful; I couldn't look away. That is, until mother began to pull me down the first flight of stairs. We then came to the landing and were met by Seth.

"Ladies, you look lovely," he told us, although he was looking at me the entire time. After offering me his arm, we walked down the stairs; my mother trailed behind us. When we reached the first class dining hall, I had to stop to take everything in—yet again. Or maybe that was just because Seth had stopped to make small talk with his rich, so called, friends.

While he was talking, I allowed my eyes to wander across the room. There were multiple tables spread across the room. They all had white lace tablecloths on them and were set with only the finest crystal and glass wine goblets, along with silver and gold plates. Everything was so attractive, that I couldn't pry my eyes off of the room. I smiled out of happiness—something I had not done in a long time.

Seth brought me to a long table and pulled out a chair for me. I sat, and then he sat on my left. Mother sat on my right. There were others at the table too, for we were the last to arrive.

At the head of the table sat Mr. Ismay. He was rather old, and he looked as if he was sucking on a piece of sour candy. Across from Seth, sat Mr. Andrews—the builder of the Titanic. He looked very kind, yet he didn't seem to be paying attention to his surroundings; Mr. Andrews looked to be thinking deeply about something.

Next to him was Margaret Brown, but when she introduced herself, she insisted I call her Molly. She was different from all of the other snobs at our table—she wasn't ladylike. She was very bold and spoke what was on her mind. She is what my mother called "new money." That is someone who is new to the whole "rich" thing. I took an immediate liking to her; I wish I could be like her.

Everyone on the right side of me was friends with Mother and Seth. I really took no interest in them, so I just introduced myself and returned my attention back to Molly and Mr. Andrews.

"Mr. Andrews, your ship is beautiful. However did you come up with all of this?" Mother questioned.

Mr. Andrews snapped out of his trance and smiled. "I wanted something different; something better than everything else. I simply took the biggest and the best things around and built a ship,"

"Of course, he could not have done it without financial support," Mr. Ismay added in. I could tell I was not going to like him.

"Miss Tasse, what do you thing of the Titanic?" Mr. Andrews asked me.

Seth and Mother turned their attention towards me, making sure that I didn't make a fool out of myself. "I think she is splendid, Mr. Andrews," I said quietly. I was going to add more, but Mother shot me an icy glare, telling me that the answer I gave would suffice. I turned my attention to my hands in my lap.

Soon, after more talk which I ignored, a waiter came up to us and began to take orders. "What'll it be, Miss?" he asked me.

"I'll have—"

"The lamb, medium rare with a side of greens. Her caviar will be taken with lemon. I'll have the same." Seth told him.

I suddenly became very interested with my hands, which were in my lap. I hated when Seth—and sometimes Mother—would talk for me. They both knew that I didn't like it one bit, and that is exactly why they did it. They both think I have too much freedom. That is why I am so rebellious towards them. One cannot have enough freedom.

"Are ya gonna' cut her food too, Seth?" Molly asked in her undeniably American accent. I looked up at her and smiled slightly. She was looking at Seth, smiling, but her eyes glared at him. I wish I had the courage to say something like that to him.

Seth did not reply; instead he put his and under my chin and made me look at him. "You don't mind do you, darling?" he asked me.

It took me a moment to find my voice. I wanted to scream out "Yes! I do mind! I am not your manservant! You cannot order me about and tell me what to eat!" Of course I could never do such a thing, however much I wanted to. So I answered him quietly, "No, Seth. I don't mind,"

He raised an eyebrow at me, so I smiled at him. It wasn't genuine, it was just something little to keep him satisfied. He nodded and let my chin go. Molly turned away and began talking to Mr. Andrews. I began to examine my hands some more, ignoring all of the conversations around me.

Eventually, our dinner came. I picked at bits and pieces of my meal, but after the conversation that took place earlier, I really wasn't hungry. I let my mind wander to more pleasant thoughts.

What was I going to do after dinner? I had read the copied blueprints of the Titanic over and over until I had memorized them. I couldn't wait to explore and see the entire ship for real.

"Care to join me for a brandy gentleman?" Mr. Ismay inquired, interrupting my thoughts. I watched as all of the men got up from the table, except for Seth. He stood up and put a hand on my shoulder. I almost jumped, for his hand was cold. I looked up at him.

"Would you like me to escort you to our room, Addie?" Oh, how I despised when he called me that!

"No thank you, Seth. I think I'll stay here for a while longer,"

He said nothing in response. Instead he hurried off towards the first class smoking room with the other so called gentlemen.

I had no intention of returning to my room anytime soon. I was going to wander around for a bit. "Mother?" I whispered.

"Yes?" she responded, rather quizzically.

"I'm going on deck for a while, to get some fresh air. I'm not feeling to well."

"Are you sure that's a good idea? Perhaps I should call for Seth and have him take you back to our suite…"

My eyes widened at her response. I definitely did not want him to be around. Luckily, Molly came to my rescue after seeing the look on my face. "She's a big girl. She can handle herself. Plus, the fresh air'll do the poor gal some good,"

"I agree!" I quickly added in, so she would know that it really would help me.

"Alright," she said and I was walking away before she could say anything else.

I walked through the dining room, which now consisted of only women—excluding the few stewards cleaning up. I went back up the stairs and went outside on the upper deck.

The chilly night air hit me hard, as I was not expecting it in the least. It didn't matter though… I was getting hotter by the second. I leaned on the railing and looked around. Turning my head to the right, I saw the stern of the ship. It was completely empty, so I took off running. I ran as fast as I could, which was not very fast because my heels hurt my feet and my dress was getting caught around my legs.

I pushed and maneuvered my way around couples who were taking strolls around the upper deck. Down a small flight of stairs I went; the metal clinking beneath my shoes.

I was now on the main deck. I was burning up now, yet I had no clue as to why. I took a deep breath and sped up. I was surprised that the wood wasn't breaking beneath my feet, for when I ran, I hit the planks hard. At last, my target grew near. I saw the railing at the back of the ship and ran full force into it, because my shoes wouldn't allow me to stop.

Slowly, I sank to the floor, sitting on my knees, and facing the ocean. I grasped the cold railing firmly. I laid my burning forehead on it to help it cool down. Why was I feeling like this? What was wrong with me? I had been fine during dinner. Dinner… Seth and Mother controlling my life… I just wanted to get away from them. Get away from all the selfish pig headed rich snobs! Get away from the world…

The water swirling below me was as dark as the night around me—with the exception of the white wake that the ship was making. The combination of the two together made the water look playful. I grasped the top bar of the railing and pulled myself up. I stepped up onto the railing and leaned over to get a better look at the water.

Unexpectedly, I felt a tear escape my eye. It surprised me; I couldn't remember the last time I had cried. I reached up and wiped the tear away. I wasn't going to cry. Never again. I looked at the water again; I knew it was cold, but it looked so inviting. I wanted to jump in, just to cool myself down.

I stepped up onto the next railing, there were five and I had been standing on the first. I grabbed the rope next to me, to steady myself while stepping onto the third railing. Before I could step up any farther, however, a strand of loose hair got tangled in the rope.

"Ow!" I screeched. My head was very sensitive, and just that one strand of hair made my whole head hurt. I looked back down at the water, and then attempted to look at my hair. As soon as I moved my head, the hair pulled against me. "Ow," I said again.

Gradually, I moved my right hand up the cord to my tangled strand of dark brown hair. I fiddled with it for a moment, before deciding that it was impossible to get it out of the rope. I cried out in frustration. How silly would this look if someone came!

A loud "Ahem," was heard from behind me. This startled me greatly, so I jumped and quickly ripped my head around to see who made that noise. Unfortunately, because I turned so fast, the piece of hair that had been caught in the rope, ripped out of my head.

"OW!" I bellowed. I brought my hands up to my head in attempt to stop the throbbing pain. That was a big mistake. As soon as I took my hands off of the white metal railing, I lost my balance. I grabbed the rail, but it was too late. I was already dangling off the stern of the Titanic. "Oh, oh, oh," I repeated over and over again. I looked down.

Below me, the formerly playful looking water now looked wicked and dark. To the contrary of what I had thought earlier, I did not want to go in there now. One of my hands slipped. "HELP!" I screamed as loud as I could.

"Oh my god," I heard a voice say from above me. It was the same voice that had 'ahemed' earlier. "Stay calm! Hold on! I've got you" I felt the man grip onto my hand that was holding onto the railing. He was attempting to pull me up. "Let go of the railing!"

"What!?!" I yelled.

"Don't worry, I got you!" the man replied.

I did as I was told, although it took all I could to do so. I felt the barrette holding my hair in its bun slip out. I watched it fall into the dark ocean beneath me. My eyes widened in fear. "AHHH!" I screamed as loud as I could. My now loose hair began whipping around my face franticly.

The man that was helping me slowly began to pull me up. My head was now over the railing. I was going to make it over! "You gotta help me now! Pull yourself up!" he instructed.

I tried pulling myself up, but I didn't have enough strength. I had spent it all while holding onto the railing of the stern. Instead, I kicked my feet. My shoulders were now over the railing. "Don't let go!" I pleaded.