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Chapter Seven ~ Them People.

That night Mia snuggled under the warm fresh linen of the lower bunk. She sighed gently, as the occasional snores came from the Smiths across the room. Her heart pounded with happiness, she was going home. Thoughts of America filled her tiny head, but she admitted to herself she remembered little of her former life. She couldn't remember the house, the location, anything, except one thing. The long soft hair, the beautiful toothy smile, the soothing voice, every crinkle and crevice of the face, her mother. Her mother was America. But there was a lot of shuffling from above, and she felt the bunk moved as Rosa tossed and turned. She couldn't sleep.

Rosa lay awake, her eyes wide open, not even the tiniest bit of sleep possessing her. Her heart thudded in her chest, heavy with guilt. She tried to shake it away, block her mind to her conscience, but she couldn't. It was like the New York Incident had brought it all home to her, she wasn't supposed to be here, she wasn't big enough, good enough. She had cheated her way on. Cheated, she had never done something like this before. The voices in her head, one for good, and one for bad battled it out all night, making sleep impossible.

The next day, she gently pushed Mia awake. Mrs Smith suggested sitting together at breakfast, so the four of them trooped to the third class dining room. It was really two rooms, separated by a water tight bulk head. Mia stared at in wonder.

"What's that for?" She asked.

Her question went unanswered and she forgot about it, as her eyes roved the room. It was not quite up to her standard, but remembering what Rosa said, she smiled and ran to sit down. The third class dining room was alive with friendly chatter, and the calls of children. Rosa sighed, she thought of the forbidding, restricting silence of first class. The wooden panels and teak furnishings, was new to the Smiths, they spent breakfast exclaiming over the quality of third class.

"I have heard, of course, that first class on other ships 'tis only second class on the Titanic." Mrs Smith chattered.

Rosa smiled, and tried to feign interest, but the lack of sleep was getting to her. She pushed the food away unable to bear even the sight of it.

"Deary me, you're not seasick are you?" Mrs Smith did not sound in the least bit concerned. "So what relation are you?" She asked, gazing at Mia.

"Amelia is my sister." Rosa said, without hesitation. Mia turned to her in amazement. "We are travelling to America to reunite with our mother." She said, smiling at the seven year old.

Mrs Smith gave a simpering smile. "Ain't that nice? Well Lottie here is going to get married, a grand ol' marriage it will be, a Mr Forester, smashing man." She said, with a proud look at her daughter.

Charlotte Smith nodded, but continued to stare at the tablecloth. Rosa had not yet heard her speak. She seemed such a quiet, unnoticeable girl, clearly overshadowing by her boisterous mother. After breakfast Mrs Smith and her daughter went to take a stroll on deck, they asked Rosa if she would like to join them, she shook her head with an apologetic smile.

Rosa and Mia went to the general room. Rosa sat on the bench and began to read. It was a habit she had learnt whilst working at Dudley Manor, to get her mind of the most pressing matters. All she had to do was lose herself in the magical world of make believe. Her favourite was Jane Austen, a powerful author with firm views.

Mia joined a group of children playing with a spinning top. It delighted Rosa to hear her charge laughing, happily, as she played with the other children. Rosa had never met anyone her own age before, and she thoroughly enjoyed her morning in the third class general room.

"Mind if I sit here?" Rosa looked up in surprise, she shook her head with a smile.

Lottie sat down beside her, and shifted uncomfortably on the bench. "You were so nice this morning, I didn't know people were like that." She said, looking resolutely at the floor.

Rosa shut her book and set it aside. Hearing Lottie talk was a first, and definitely not something she was going to pass up. She was a nervous girl and seemed younger then twenty, a lot younger. She had mousy hair, and dull brown eyes, her face was average, and Rosa could see nothing special about her appearance. She was completely devoid of any spirit or personality, other then her mother's shadow, and Rosa felt pity for her.

"So you are off to America to be married? You must be very excited?" Rosa said, with a welcoming smile.

Lottie looked up, and nodded, a bit too enthusiastically. "Well. . .yes. . .no. . .I. . ." She broke off, looking very confused and flustered.

Rosa took hold of her hand. "Beautiful ring." She said.

Lottie nodded. "I know I'm doing the right thing."

"Then nothing else matters." Rosa said, with a laugh.

Lottie smiled back, she had never been able to talk properly before, without being corrected by her mother.

Rosa and Lottie talked a lot that morning, their conversation ranged from the beauties of the English countryside, to their expectations of America, neither of them had been before. It was a perfect morning, upset by only one thing. The arrival of first class.

The door opened, noiselessly, and a group of people stood by the door, there superior faces stared at the rabble that met their eyes.

"Third class general room." Said the voice of an officer behind the group.

Lottie gasped, and cowered. Mia jumped up, and stared defiantly at the group that was watching her. Rosa, too, got up, and walked over to Mia. She grasped her hand.

Apart from that nobody moved, and not a single word was spoken. Eventually the first class group got bored and walked gracefully from the room.

"I shall be glad to return to our staterooms, imagine staying in that, with them people." Rosa heard one woman say.

"Who were they?" A young girl, called Page, asked Rosa.

"Nobody." Rosa answered, with a forced air of cheerfulness.

The happy, friendly atmosphere had been driven from the room, by the woman's last comment.

"That's what money does." Rosa told Mia, as they set off for a walk on deck.

"What?"

"It makes you into a bad person, a blind person."

"So you can't see?"

Rose smiled. "Oh they can see alright, but not the things that really matter. And that's why we have the advantage, Mia. That's why we're the luckiest people, because we can see what truly matters." She kissed the girl on the forehead, as they stared out into the vast ocean.

A/N if I have got any of the facts wrong, or something is out of the period, please let me know!! Tell me what you think. ^_^