Chapter Two
That's the Ticket!
I bent, bent down towards the trunk, and breathed in the dust that layered it. A gold plate tacked to the top caught my eye. Emily Anne Beauchamp it read. I caught my breath; it was Grandma Emily's. I unlatched the clasp and lifted the lid, anticipating what I would find. *Cough* It smelled so old, and the mothballs and mildew intoxicated my nose. I gazed inside. The first thing I noticed was how neat and organized everything was inside. It was filled with clothes, hats, gloves, books, papers, ink and pens. But one book on top intrigued me. It was a brown leather book, ripped in a few places and looked very worn. It had obviously been her diary. I flipped it open, and a yellowish piece of paper fluttered out, to the floor. I picked it up and read: RMS TITANIC, First class, April 10th 1912, Miss Emily Anne Beauchamp, Suite B51. I gasped, it was a ticket for Grandma Emily'' voyage on the Titanic! I had always known she had been on the Titanic, but when I asked her about it she simply refused to speak of it. I had always wondered what her trip had been like. Terrifying most likely when she had learned the ship was about to perish, but it must have been fabulous as well. Grandma Emily's parents had been scathingly rich, and a first class voyage on the grandest ship of the time, must have been something to brag about. But now, right here, this old leather book with a ticket in it, was my answer. Might it hold the secrets that Grandma had refused to talk about? I wasted no time in thought and flipped through the book. I opened to the first page and began to read.
April 10th 1912 Southampton, England
Dear Diary.....
That's the Ticket!
I bent, bent down towards the trunk, and breathed in the dust that layered it. A gold plate tacked to the top caught my eye. Emily Anne Beauchamp it read. I caught my breath; it was Grandma Emily's. I unlatched the clasp and lifted the lid, anticipating what I would find. *Cough* It smelled so old, and the mothballs and mildew intoxicated my nose. I gazed inside. The first thing I noticed was how neat and organized everything was inside. It was filled with clothes, hats, gloves, books, papers, ink and pens. But one book on top intrigued me. It was a brown leather book, ripped in a few places and looked very worn. It had obviously been her diary. I flipped it open, and a yellowish piece of paper fluttered out, to the floor. I picked it up and read: RMS TITANIC, First class, April 10th 1912, Miss Emily Anne Beauchamp, Suite B51. I gasped, it was a ticket for Grandma Emily'' voyage on the Titanic! I had always known she had been on the Titanic, but when I asked her about it she simply refused to speak of it. I had always wondered what her trip had been like. Terrifying most likely when she had learned the ship was about to perish, but it must have been fabulous as well. Grandma Emily's parents had been scathingly rich, and a first class voyage on the grandest ship of the time, must have been something to brag about. But now, right here, this old leather book with a ticket in it, was my answer. Might it hold the secrets that Grandma had refused to talk about? I wasted no time in thought and flipped through the book. I opened to the first page and began to read.
April 10th 1912 Southampton, England
Dear Diary.....