Here I go. Here we introduce our second main character, Christians little brother. Just read it,
I promise it will be good. i know this chapter isnt verry long. it will get longer, i promise! Please review! *smooch*
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The young bohemian awakens to an uncomfortable knowing hunger in his stomach. He brushes his
thick, blue-black hair out of his eyes and discovers that he fell asleep with his hand in
his paints again.
"There's got to be some food around this dump," he mumbles as he shuffles his way to his
tiny pantry.
"Nothing" he sighs, finding nothing more than a beetle in the cupboard. Deciding that he had
to eat sometime, he tucks in his somewhat wrinkled shirt, grabs an over coat and an umbrella
and headed out the door. He finds the city simply bustling with activity, which is normal
for a Thursday morning in New York, but the mood was somehow... somber. He picks up a coffee
and some a muffin, and went to buy a newspaper. He had locked himself in his room painting
for the last week, and all outside news was completely new to him. He paid the paperboy and
went to read the front page and choked on his muffin as read.
"TITANIC DISASTER, HUNDREDS KILLED!" he read from the main headline. He was in shock. He had
heard about the Titanic, and how it was supposed to be unsinkable. He was even planning on
someday getting a 3rd class ticket and going to visit his older brother Christian in France.
He looked at his watch and realized that if he hurried he might be able to catch the
survivor's come in off of the carpathia, the ship that had rescued them.
He raced down the congested streets, and finally came to the port. A few other people had
also had his idea, and had begun to assemble in the streets. When the ship docked it was
complete chaos. People everywhere. Women crying, babies screaming, nobody quite knew what
was going on.
Rose was escorted off the boat, and walked a little ways. Her once shiny auburn locks were
knotted and clumped from the seawater, and she was still wearing the big overcoat from two
nights ago, but she didn't care. She didn't know where she was going, so she just started
aimlessly staggering about. The young women caught the boy's eye and he rushed over to her
just in time to catch her as she lost consciousness.
I promise it will be good. i know this chapter isnt verry long. it will get longer, i promise! Please review! *smooch*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~chapter 2~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The young bohemian awakens to an uncomfortable knowing hunger in his stomach. He brushes his
thick, blue-black hair out of his eyes and discovers that he fell asleep with his hand in
his paints again.
"There's got to be some food around this dump," he mumbles as he shuffles his way to his
tiny pantry.
"Nothing" he sighs, finding nothing more than a beetle in the cupboard. Deciding that he had
to eat sometime, he tucks in his somewhat wrinkled shirt, grabs an over coat and an umbrella
and headed out the door. He finds the city simply bustling with activity, which is normal
for a Thursday morning in New York, but the mood was somehow... somber. He picks up a coffee
and some a muffin, and went to buy a newspaper. He had locked himself in his room painting
for the last week, and all outside news was completely new to him. He paid the paperboy and
went to read the front page and choked on his muffin as read.
"TITANIC DISASTER, HUNDREDS KILLED!" he read from the main headline. He was in shock. He had
heard about the Titanic, and how it was supposed to be unsinkable. He was even planning on
someday getting a 3rd class ticket and going to visit his older brother Christian in France.
He looked at his watch and realized that if he hurried he might be able to catch the
survivor's come in off of the carpathia, the ship that had rescued them.
He raced down the congested streets, and finally came to the port. A few other people had
also had his idea, and had begun to assemble in the streets. When the ship docked it was
complete chaos. People everywhere. Women crying, babies screaming, nobody quite knew what
was going on.
Rose was escorted off the boat, and walked a little ways. Her once shiny auburn locks were
knotted and clumped from the seawater, and she was still wearing the big overcoat from two
nights ago, but she didn't care. She didn't know where she was going, so she just started
aimlessly staggering about. The young women caught the boy's eye and he rushed over to her
just in time to catch her as she lost consciousness.