*Chapter 6*

Clara stepped out of the elevator, upon arrival of the lower-class deck, and took a walk around its narrow, empty passageways.

'Its so different to the first class corridors,' she thought to herself.

Suddenly, a girl of about the same age as Clara, with long dark brown curls and deep blue eyes, bowled her over, by accidentally running too fast down the corridor.

"Excuse me, miss. I'm awfully sorry! Oh, please, miss, I apologize a thousand times! I really do! The girl cried, helping Clara up.

"That's ok, I really should've moved out of the way," Clara said, brushing out the creases in her dress.

"Im Micheline Eleanor Diore," the girl said, "Im in 2nd class." She held out her hand.

"Oh, I'm Clara Pearl Sherbrooke, 1st class," Clara said proudly, and shook her hand.

"Where are you from, May I ask? You have quite a unique accent," Clara stated, as the 2 girls started along the outer boat deck.

"Im from France," Micheline replied. "I boarded at Cherbourg."

"Oh, yes. I'm from London. What brings you to the Titanic?"

"Well, I'm making a new start to my life. America has many work opportunities there," Micheline replied, speaking in her French-English accent.

"Hmm. Interesting. Do you have any close kin with you?" Clara asked.

"Well, no, I don't. I'm travelling alone. My parents couldn't afford to come to America with me. They said that when the Titanic returns from America, they will come, one by one. It's just too expensive, travelling altogether."

"Yes, I understand. It cost my family quite a fortune to come on board, as we're staying in Parlour suites. And, I'm travelling with my very annoying twin sister, Claire, and my mother, Noelle," Clara explained.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Micheline shrieked. "You spent a lot of money on tickets! When I was looking at first class ticket prices, I noticed how much the parlour rooms cost, and I thought to myself, I'll never be able to afford that in 100 years!"

"Well, I know. My mother realised how expensive it was, after she bought the tickets. But, I assure you, they are the most amazing staterooms on this whole ship!"

"Oh, is that the time already? Time flies, doesn't it? I must go," Clara remarked, as she heard the bugle sounding for dinner. "Micheline, it was lovely meeting you. Where can I see you again?"

"Uh, E-20," Micheline said, hurriedly.

"Goodbye!" Clara waved, as she headed back inside.

"Yes, see you later!" Micheline yelled, although she knew Clara hadn't heard.