A/N: This is my first fanfic ever published. ^-^; Please review critically
so I can see where I need to improve. Oh, and um, the "~*~*~*~" mean that
the point of view has changed. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Titanic. Or the movie. Or anything else besides this story. Any resemblence to real people is purely coincidence.
Cast of characters
*Julie* - A bright and cheerful 3rd class woman. She is 18, and on her way to America to start a new beginning. *Allen* - A strong, serious person, also 3rd class. He is trying to escape bad memories by coming to America. He is also 19. *Samantha* - A 2nd class female, extremely interested in Allen, and becomes friends with Julie. She is 19 as well. *Charlie* - A 1st class male who finds Julie's carefree nature fascinating. He is 20 years old. ----More characters later.
Introduction
London. April 10, 1912
It was rainy outside. A perfect day to stay inside and finish packing, instead of going on my usual calls to neighbours. "Jules..?" I heard my mother calling me from downstairs. My mother, being a mother naturally, didn't want me to sail to America. I figured that this would be another speech about all the reasons why I shouldn't go. "...Honey, but what if it sinks?!" she exclaimed. I laughed at that thought and simply said, "Mum...it's an unsinkable ship."
~*~*~*~*~
"Haha, nice try old bloke. Got another trick up your sleeve?" my cousin chuckled. I sighed softly. "Come on cous...you know I need that ticket. You know why I want it...so why just not give it to me..." "Cheer up...you can have the bloody ticket. Nothing to get depressed about right?" he replied. My cousin is more of a good friend than a cousin, and he usually can tell when I'm going to get depressed. Most times he can prevent it, but a lot of times he can't. If only I wasn't so serious, and didn't think about all the bad things that have happened to me in the past...then I wouldn't be so depressive all the time...
~*~*~*~*~
'Ugh...' I thought to myself. 'Why am I going to America? I don't want to go. I have everything I need right here. But I have nowhere else to go. I guess I'll make new friends. Maybe I'll even meet a nice young man.' At this thought she chuckled. The last thing she wanted to think about was men. Sighing softly she looked out her bedroom window. 'All I want is a good friend. That's going to be my main priority. Finding a good, trustworthy friend.' She heard coughing coming from her mother's room. Her mother had a bad case of pneumonia, but the doctors said she would start healing any time now. It had been two weeks since the last doctor's visit. Even though it seemed that her mother wasn't getting better, she knew in her heart that she was. She just had to put trust in what the doctors had said. Although she felt tremendously guilty for leaving her mother behind, she had made a promise to return and make sure that her mother had come to America...to a place better than what they were living in...
~*~*~*~*~
"That is the end of the discussion. You will go and find a rich classy girl to marry and that is final!!" my father yelled. One problem of being first class was that you had to stay first class, otherwise it was a disgrace to the entire family. Too much pressure on an individual to try not to have anything to do with lower class people. All in all I wanted to escape. I wasn't going to America to look for a rich wife. I was going there to get away from all the classiness that surrounded me. It wasn't going to be easy, I knew. But I was young and always looking for a challenge.
Disclaimer: I don't own Titanic. Or the movie. Or anything else besides this story. Any resemblence to real people is purely coincidence.
Cast of characters
*Julie* - A bright and cheerful 3rd class woman. She is 18, and on her way to America to start a new beginning. *Allen* - A strong, serious person, also 3rd class. He is trying to escape bad memories by coming to America. He is also 19. *Samantha* - A 2nd class female, extremely interested in Allen, and becomes friends with Julie. She is 19 as well. *Charlie* - A 1st class male who finds Julie's carefree nature fascinating. He is 20 years old. ----More characters later.
Introduction
London. April 10, 1912
It was rainy outside. A perfect day to stay inside and finish packing, instead of going on my usual calls to neighbours. "Jules..?" I heard my mother calling me from downstairs. My mother, being a mother naturally, didn't want me to sail to America. I figured that this would be another speech about all the reasons why I shouldn't go. "...Honey, but what if it sinks?!" she exclaimed. I laughed at that thought and simply said, "Mum...it's an unsinkable ship."
~*~*~*~*~
"Haha, nice try old bloke. Got another trick up your sleeve?" my cousin chuckled. I sighed softly. "Come on cous...you know I need that ticket. You know why I want it...so why just not give it to me..." "Cheer up...you can have the bloody ticket. Nothing to get depressed about right?" he replied. My cousin is more of a good friend than a cousin, and he usually can tell when I'm going to get depressed. Most times he can prevent it, but a lot of times he can't. If only I wasn't so serious, and didn't think about all the bad things that have happened to me in the past...then I wouldn't be so depressive all the time...
~*~*~*~*~
'Ugh...' I thought to myself. 'Why am I going to America? I don't want to go. I have everything I need right here. But I have nowhere else to go. I guess I'll make new friends. Maybe I'll even meet a nice young man.' At this thought she chuckled. The last thing she wanted to think about was men. Sighing softly she looked out her bedroom window. 'All I want is a good friend. That's going to be my main priority. Finding a good, trustworthy friend.' She heard coughing coming from her mother's room. Her mother had a bad case of pneumonia, but the doctors said she would start healing any time now. It had been two weeks since the last doctor's visit. Even though it seemed that her mother wasn't getting better, she knew in her heart that she was. She just had to put trust in what the doctors had said. Although she felt tremendously guilty for leaving her mother behind, she had made a promise to return and make sure that her mother had come to America...to a place better than what they were living in...
~*~*~*~*~
"That is the end of the discussion. You will go and find a rich classy girl to marry and that is final!!" my father yelled. One problem of being first class was that you had to stay first class, otherwise it was a disgrace to the entire family. Too much pressure on an individual to try not to have anything to do with lower class people. All in all I wanted to escape. I wasn't going to America to look for a rich wife. I was going there to get away from all the classiness that surrounded me. It wasn't going to be easy, I knew. But I was young and always looking for a challenge.