April 14, 1912. 11: 32 p.m.

Argh. I fell of the bed. I think we might have hit something if there was a lurch that big! I'm going out to hallway to figure it out.

April 14, 1912. 11:43 p.m.

That's odd, there were a lot of people out in the hallway. A bellhop came by telling people it was all right and not to panic. He past by me. ""Excuse me sir what has happened?" He turned to me and placed a gloved hand on my shoulder.

"Don't worry little Miss. Titanic must have put on a break. Go back in your bed and get some sleep. All will be well. I'll bring up a nice cup of tea in the morning how is that? " He gave me a wink.

"Thank you sir." My parents past through the door. Father went to go find the bellhop that just passed by. Mother turned around towards me.

"Winnie darling what was that all about?"

"Most nothing. Titanic put a break on."

"Oh, ok then. I'm going back to bed." She gave me a kiss and picked up Eddy, (who was still asleep. Agatha, and Libby where down in the kitchen helping cook). She took Eddy back to her room.

I went out on our deck. I slipped on something. I picked it up. It was clear, and frozen?

"Ice?" I looked around and saw chunks of ice all over the deck. "What in the world?" All of a sudden I heard a flap close beside me. I leaped away.

"Jeremy? You scared the dickens out of me!"

"Winnie, we hit an iceberg. Massive one. Starboard side."

"That explains all the ice." I looked alarm. "We hit an iceberg!"

"Shhh. Calm down. Look I think it's nothing. I just wanted to tell you. Go back to sleep." He smiled at me and gave me a hug. "Ok?"

"Alright. Goodnight." He opened the latch and went back to the passage ways. I walked back to my bed, and laid my head down on my pillow. I looked down at my bracelet. The one mother gave me. I picked it up, and put it on my other wrist. (The one that wasn't slit.) -And now dear journal, I'm going to bed. Today has been a long day, and I'm tired. Tomorrow I will start a new life. But I can't help this weird sinking feeling in my stomach.

April 15, 1912. 1:20 a.m.

Can't write now dearest journal! I have to get dress, and put my life vest on. I'll write later today when this mess is over. Mother is calling me!