Let Go:
Introduction:
Her curly brown hair whipped at her face, but she didn't bother to push it as she boarded the boat. She took one look behind her, even though she promised herself she wouldn't.
The world she was leaving meant nothing to her, and she meant nothing to it. Sarah had never accomplished anything in that world, and had never felt like she had done something right. What ahs was doing now didn't seem right, but it didn't seem wrong either. She just wanted to run away, and recreate herself. She could be whoever she wanted to be now.
More people pushed and shoved passed her, but she seemed oblivious to them. She walked as if in a trance, trying to think of who she could be now. She took a deep breath, breathing in the new air, and smiled. She held tightly to her bag with most of her belongings, but her most precious and loved things were in her backpack.
Her light, yet pale, blue eyes stood out in the crowd as she walked, yet they didn't notice someone with brown eyes watching her. It was only for a few moments, for then she suddenly disappeared in the blur of the crowd.
Sarah was not lower class, but she wasn't upper class either. She remained in the middle, just as she had liked it. Her room was homey and comfortable, like her old bedroom used to be. She set down her bigger back, and unloaded her backpack.
It was mostly full of books- books of heroines saving the day, or a book of poems of sadness that, strangely of course, made her feel better during her melancholy days. Her last book was none other than her diary, which was filled with thoughts, feelings, and songs she liked to write. She liked to write small stories of what she'd be like if she was a heroine like in the books she read in her diary as well. Only on special days or horrible days she'd write about how her day went.
She put her diary right next to her bed, which she jumped into and laid there for many moments, just breathing softly. She knew this was going to be a long trip, and it was going to take forever for the boat to start moving- at least, in her imagination it would.
She drew pictures of the boat from all angles in her diary as she lay on her stomach, her feet up in the air, swinging in a bored fashion. She never understood why she felt so in place that way, but she liked the feeling. Everywhere else she felt out of place, and helpless. She felt like a fool. By the end of her drawings she knew this was the place where she belonged, and she wanted to stay as long as possible.
Dear Diary,
I suppose I should write occasionally in this diary about the trip, so when I become old I will still have a source of memory, but I'd like to only write snippets. Only when I feel something is truly important, I will write more. I like to draw the ship with different versions of my newly found self upon them, and I just cannot chose who I want to be. I wish I could have come here all by myself, but my aunt proclaimed she shall come with me. Maybe, if I get lucky, she'll fall of the side.
No, that's a horrible thing to say, even though I don't like her very much.
Sarah
Making up her mind that her first entry was very dull, she closed the book. She seemed to like her writings being slightly dull. It wasn't as if anyone was going to read it anyway. Even if they did find it, however, her penmanship was hard to read.
Sarah's aunt, Michelle, was much different from her niece. She was too free- spirited and happy with herself. She knew everything about her self, and was confident about it. Unlike Sarah, she knew exactly who she was, who she used to be, and who she was going to be. She was very sociable, and in the present, while Sarah was constantly in the past or future. She made her mind up easily, while Sarah changed hers often.
Although Sarah Renklins was so unsure of herself, she never expected to have such an adventure, as the one she was going to have aboard the Titanic.
[Did you like it? Have any suggestions? Please review! Thanks! Chapter one coming soon! Chapters will get longer 2, btw.]
Introduction:
Her curly brown hair whipped at her face, but she didn't bother to push it as she boarded the boat. She took one look behind her, even though she promised herself she wouldn't.
The world she was leaving meant nothing to her, and she meant nothing to it. Sarah had never accomplished anything in that world, and had never felt like she had done something right. What ahs was doing now didn't seem right, but it didn't seem wrong either. She just wanted to run away, and recreate herself. She could be whoever she wanted to be now.
More people pushed and shoved passed her, but she seemed oblivious to them. She walked as if in a trance, trying to think of who she could be now. She took a deep breath, breathing in the new air, and smiled. She held tightly to her bag with most of her belongings, but her most precious and loved things were in her backpack.
Her light, yet pale, blue eyes stood out in the crowd as she walked, yet they didn't notice someone with brown eyes watching her. It was only for a few moments, for then she suddenly disappeared in the blur of the crowd.
Sarah was not lower class, but she wasn't upper class either. She remained in the middle, just as she had liked it. Her room was homey and comfortable, like her old bedroom used to be. She set down her bigger back, and unloaded her backpack.
It was mostly full of books- books of heroines saving the day, or a book of poems of sadness that, strangely of course, made her feel better during her melancholy days. Her last book was none other than her diary, which was filled with thoughts, feelings, and songs she liked to write. She liked to write small stories of what she'd be like if she was a heroine like in the books she read in her diary as well. Only on special days or horrible days she'd write about how her day went.
She put her diary right next to her bed, which she jumped into and laid there for many moments, just breathing softly. She knew this was going to be a long trip, and it was going to take forever for the boat to start moving- at least, in her imagination it would.
She drew pictures of the boat from all angles in her diary as she lay on her stomach, her feet up in the air, swinging in a bored fashion. She never understood why she felt so in place that way, but she liked the feeling. Everywhere else she felt out of place, and helpless. She felt like a fool. By the end of her drawings she knew this was the place where she belonged, and she wanted to stay as long as possible.
Dear Diary,
I suppose I should write occasionally in this diary about the trip, so when I become old I will still have a source of memory, but I'd like to only write snippets. Only when I feel something is truly important, I will write more. I like to draw the ship with different versions of my newly found self upon them, and I just cannot chose who I want to be. I wish I could have come here all by myself, but my aunt proclaimed she shall come with me. Maybe, if I get lucky, she'll fall of the side.
No, that's a horrible thing to say, even though I don't like her very much.
Sarah
Making up her mind that her first entry was very dull, she closed the book. She seemed to like her writings being slightly dull. It wasn't as if anyone was going to read it anyway. Even if they did find it, however, her penmanship was hard to read.
Sarah's aunt, Michelle, was much different from her niece. She was too free- spirited and happy with herself. She knew everything about her self, and was confident about it. Unlike Sarah, she knew exactly who she was, who she used to be, and who she was going to be. She was very sociable, and in the present, while Sarah was constantly in the past or future. She made her mind up easily, while Sarah changed hers often.
Although Sarah Renklins was so unsure of herself, she never expected to have such an adventure, as the one she was going to have aboard the Titanic.
[Did you like it? Have any suggestions? Please review! Thanks! Chapter one coming soon! Chapters will get longer 2, btw.]