Chapter Three:
Sarah tried to ignore John as much as possible the next day, but his mischievous smile, his playful laugh, and his wonderful voice drew her in. He had caught up with her when she was going to lunch, and they engaged in a wonderful conversation, which surprised her.
Cory was off with another young lady he had met in First Class, so they sat near the railing, and discussed many things, and it went on much smoother than the night before. They both got caught in each others words as they told of their lives before they met on the ship. Sarah admitted to herself that she liked the way John seemed so interested in her boring life. Who would want to here of a pathetic girl that relied on books and thoughts to keep her from feeling completely helpless in the world? Why would he want to be with someone who never had been noticed by anyone in her old town, or congratulated, or celebrated for something wonderful she had done? All these things were the feelings Sarah wanted so longingly, but she never got them. She tried so hard to do something right, but nothing seemed to be good enough. Now, a couple of days ago, before she boarded the ship, she couldn't take it any longer, and she ran away.
She was missing for hours until her aunt finally found her. Sarah didn't tell her aunt any of the trouble, and said she just wanted to go on vacation. That's when she insisted she should come along with her. Frustrated again, for not being able to go on by herself, Sarah plunged into dismay.
The dismay rested inside of her still, as she continued to do something right on the ship. She continued reading about her heroines at night, and drawing what she saw in her mind. Her creative process in writing was going well also, and so much of her dismay seemed to be relieved as her pen hit the paper.
This never lasted long, however, because she still felt hopeless and helpless at the same time. She wanted to do so much, and she did do so much, yet nothing was proven.
Sarah blushed as she told John all this, and she tried to leave out details, but they just kept slipping out. This was only the beginning. Sarah thought to herself.
John had a great life before he came on the Titanic. He was first class, and lived in a first class neighborhood. Everyone was rich and fabulous. He told stories about meeting with the neighbors, and meeting the girls. When he recalled stories of him dancing with some of the finest dressed girls in the world, Sarah looked down at herself, dismayed once again.
Of course, she wasn't sure if John was lying or not. He was fantastic at it, and she had not grown to fully trust John yet. She looked up in his eyes as he talked, and she couldn't help but to believe him.
It was already getting dark as their mouths finally closed on the stories. Sarah looked around as the First Class headed down to the fine dining and dancing, and smiled.
"Our talk went by so quickly!" she said.
"And not one single fight interrupted it." Observed John. The two young ones looked at each other for short moments with grins, then Sarah quickly looked away, blushing again.
"It was nice, having time to just sit and talk with you." Said John, and Sarah had to struggle to not leap about in her joy. "It's worth not fighting with you for a whole day!" he laughed, watching her again, as night overcame them. Sarah was about to ask him what he meant by that, but she kept her mouth shut. John stood up, brushed himself off, then he stuck out his hand to help Sarah up. Surprised, she took his hand.
"I'd rather you not tell anyone about this, however." He said, watching the other First Classmen. "Would you like to have more of these secret meetings?"
"Oh yes!" Sarah burst out, but she thought it foolish of her doing so. She didn't want to seem so excited.
"Well then, best be off to find Cory and what's-her-name." John winked at her, then he slowly walked into the crowd of First Class.
"Goodnight John." Sarah whispered, knowing John would be back as his old self the next morning. "And I promise I won't tell anyone about our meetings- no one except my diary."
For the rest of the night, the young lady seemed to see the world in a whole new light. She certainly saw John in a whole new light, and she was excited to see him in the morning, even if they would start bickering again.
"Well, I haven't seen you that much today!" said Aunt Michelle when Sarah got back to her room.
Of course you don't, you're always with Libby. Sarah thought, but she didn't say it aloud. She often never shared her thoughts or feelings with anyone else. She hid them from everything except her diary's pages, and it felt so good to finally get them out to someone, even if it was someone like John, who could tell nearly the whole population of the Titanic and they'd all laugh at her at breakfast.
She wondered if she should let John read her diary at their next meeting. There wasn't much that told exactly how she felt, or how her days went before the Titanic, but the songs, stories, and pictures explained a lot. She put it into consideration just before she slipped off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Sarah woke with a start to find the boat rocking back and forth more furiously than the other nights. It wasn't too bad, but it was enough to make Sarah feel slightly sick. She never thought of herself being seasick, so she tried to remember her dream, thinking maybe that was what made her sick. Hard as she tried, she couldn't remember a single thing.
She took out a flashlight and a book to calm herself down and make her feel better. It was a wonderful adventurous, yet romantic story she had, and slowly made her slip into a dream of herself taking place of the female character, and John taking place of the male character. The passenger still didn't remember much of the dream when she woke up that bright morning, but she had a horrible longing that she used to have back in the days of her hometown.
Sarah tried to ignore John as much as possible the next day, but his mischievous smile, his playful laugh, and his wonderful voice drew her in. He had caught up with her when she was going to lunch, and they engaged in a wonderful conversation, which surprised her.
Cory was off with another young lady he had met in First Class, so they sat near the railing, and discussed many things, and it went on much smoother than the night before. They both got caught in each others words as they told of their lives before they met on the ship. Sarah admitted to herself that she liked the way John seemed so interested in her boring life. Who would want to here of a pathetic girl that relied on books and thoughts to keep her from feeling completely helpless in the world? Why would he want to be with someone who never had been noticed by anyone in her old town, or congratulated, or celebrated for something wonderful she had done? All these things were the feelings Sarah wanted so longingly, but she never got them. She tried so hard to do something right, but nothing seemed to be good enough. Now, a couple of days ago, before she boarded the ship, she couldn't take it any longer, and she ran away.
She was missing for hours until her aunt finally found her. Sarah didn't tell her aunt any of the trouble, and said she just wanted to go on vacation. That's when she insisted she should come along with her. Frustrated again, for not being able to go on by herself, Sarah plunged into dismay.
The dismay rested inside of her still, as she continued to do something right on the ship. She continued reading about her heroines at night, and drawing what she saw in her mind. Her creative process in writing was going well also, and so much of her dismay seemed to be relieved as her pen hit the paper.
This never lasted long, however, because she still felt hopeless and helpless at the same time. She wanted to do so much, and she did do so much, yet nothing was proven.
Sarah blushed as she told John all this, and she tried to leave out details, but they just kept slipping out. This was only the beginning. Sarah thought to herself.
John had a great life before he came on the Titanic. He was first class, and lived in a first class neighborhood. Everyone was rich and fabulous. He told stories about meeting with the neighbors, and meeting the girls. When he recalled stories of him dancing with some of the finest dressed girls in the world, Sarah looked down at herself, dismayed once again.
Of course, she wasn't sure if John was lying or not. He was fantastic at it, and she had not grown to fully trust John yet. She looked up in his eyes as he talked, and she couldn't help but to believe him.
It was already getting dark as their mouths finally closed on the stories. Sarah looked around as the First Class headed down to the fine dining and dancing, and smiled.
"Our talk went by so quickly!" she said.
"And not one single fight interrupted it." Observed John. The two young ones looked at each other for short moments with grins, then Sarah quickly looked away, blushing again.
"It was nice, having time to just sit and talk with you." Said John, and Sarah had to struggle to not leap about in her joy. "It's worth not fighting with you for a whole day!" he laughed, watching her again, as night overcame them. Sarah was about to ask him what he meant by that, but she kept her mouth shut. John stood up, brushed himself off, then he stuck out his hand to help Sarah up. Surprised, she took his hand.
"I'd rather you not tell anyone about this, however." He said, watching the other First Classmen. "Would you like to have more of these secret meetings?"
"Oh yes!" Sarah burst out, but she thought it foolish of her doing so. She didn't want to seem so excited.
"Well then, best be off to find Cory and what's-her-name." John winked at her, then he slowly walked into the crowd of First Class.
"Goodnight John." Sarah whispered, knowing John would be back as his old self the next morning. "And I promise I won't tell anyone about our meetings- no one except my diary."
For the rest of the night, the young lady seemed to see the world in a whole new light. She certainly saw John in a whole new light, and she was excited to see him in the morning, even if they would start bickering again.
"Well, I haven't seen you that much today!" said Aunt Michelle when Sarah got back to her room.
Of course you don't, you're always with Libby. Sarah thought, but she didn't say it aloud. She often never shared her thoughts or feelings with anyone else. She hid them from everything except her diary's pages, and it felt so good to finally get them out to someone, even if it was someone like John, who could tell nearly the whole population of the Titanic and they'd all laugh at her at breakfast.
She wondered if she should let John read her diary at their next meeting. There wasn't much that told exactly how she felt, or how her days went before the Titanic, but the songs, stories, and pictures explained a lot. She put it into consideration just before she slipped off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, Sarah woke with a start to find the boat rocking back and forth more furiously than the other nights. It wasn't too bad, but it was enough to make Sarah feel slightly sick. She never thought of herself being seasick, so she tried to remember her dream, thinking maybe that was what made her sick. Hard as she tried, she couldn't remember a single thing.
She took out a flashlight and a book to calm herself down and make her feel better. It was a wonderful adventurous, yet romantic story she had, and slowly made her slip into a dream of herself taking place of the female character, and John taking place of the male character. The passenger still didn't remember much of the dream when she woke up that bright morning, but she had a horrible longing that she used to have back in the days of her hometown.