AN: Bohemian Anne & G.W. Failure brought it to my attention that they were unsure where this story lay. I'd like to clear it up! haha Well the story is based on the Titanic sinking in 1974 and it is now 1990. I wanted to change it to the Titanic sank in 1990 and it's based in 2006 but for me that was kind of stretching it. Haha. So forgive me for incorrect things, cause I was born in 1990, I don't remember much. Hehe. Anyways ONWARD!

Chapter 2

Cati slipped down the hallway, watching her half-siblings work with each othe rin a way she was somewaht jealous of. They were all related by the same mother AND father. Cati was on her own in that department, her father being dead it wasn't likely her mother would have any other kids was it? Touching her pocket she sighed with some relief. Her heart was hidden in her pocket, blue and hard and encrusted in diamonds. Her mother wouldn't approve of the use of the necklace, but Cati needed some comfort for it was near impossible for her to feel close to the ship that stole her father, this was one way. Although she never knew that man she'd heard he was extrodinary, it gave her pride when people who knew her father said she was just like him. For some reason lately though she was beginning to resent her mother more and more for letting him die.

"Cati Cati Cati!" Her youngest sister Amelia, who was five, yelled as she ran and latched onto one of her legs.

"What is it Melee?" She asked, running her fingers through her little sister's curly auburn red hair, just like their mother.

"Oh my gosh Cati I see'd this picture the other day and he looked just like you!" Amelia cried, pointing right between Cati's eyes as Cati picked her up and balanced her on her hip.

"Really where'd you see that picture?" Cati asked, her curiosity somewhat peaked at that point. Who could possibly look like her? Besides every cheerleader and blonde in the rest of the world, the only difference was Cati had Jack Dawson's own persona surrounding her.

"I see'd it on TV it was some guy looking for some girl!" Amelia's enthusiasm was unsurmountable, that was for sure. Along with the nickname Melee, Cati called her an Exclamation Point too, because that's what she was with everything she said. Cati froze and looked at her sister.

"What was the name he was looking for?" Cati asked seriously, her face changing from giggly for her sister to shocked. Melee's face scrunched up into a tight little pug impression.

"I tink it was like...like..you?" Melee said, her eyes welling up with tears in frusteration to remember. Cati shook her head in disbelief, some guy looking like her had been on TV looking for her? It was impossible. Cati hugged her sister and whiped away a few tears. After reassuring her that it didn't matter Cati shook the feeling that something big was soon to happen from her and went downstairs to find her mother and the other four kids, all the while swearing that someone was following her the entire way. But when she turned around, scaring the pee out of Melee, there was no one there.

The kitchen was the center of the home in the Calvert-Dawson family. Melee was a cookie fiend who always found the bear shaped cookie jar, no matter where her mother had hidden it. Tyson, who was eight, had a fetish for carrots and cucumbers in ranch, the fridge obviously fully stocked with them. Melinda, who was twelve, had a thing for 'finger sandwiches' and Cati never missed an opportunity to tease her sister about them. Melinda's twin brother Hansen loved anything and everything so he was all set. Then there was Paige, a very moody, punky fourteen ALMOST fifteen year old. Paige held it against her older sister everyday that she wasn't REALLY her sister, because as soon as she saw she'd cut Cati deep she was satisfied with herself.

Now it hadn't always been that way. When Cati and Paige were little girls, Cati knew she had a different dad, sort of. She was only two when Paige was born and basically accepted it whole-heartedly. The rift hadn't been pushed between the two until Paige hit thirteen, that was when she began resenting her mother for 'keeping' Cati, saying it was a dishonor to the Calvert family and so on and so forth. The rest of the children loved all of their siblings, but Cati knew there was a bond that the five had that was not something she could be a part of, they had both their parents.

Cati set Melee iin her booster seat in front of the 'bar.' The other four kids were already eating their cereal of choice. Knowing that today was the first day of school Cati was keeping an eye for tricks. Paige had played a horrible mean trick on her the first day of school for the last two years and Cati was sure this wasn't about to change.

The year Paige turned thirteen she'd taken pages and pages of Cati's journals and copied thousands of times, once that was complete she took the most humiliating passages and posted them through out the entire school with the help of a senior who despised Cati for no apparant reason. Cati herself had pretended like it hadn't mattered, cried herself to sleep a few nights in a row, but soon the ordeal was forgotten because she refused to allow the taunts around her ot affect her, for the record this infuriated Paige. But the first trick still topped them all. Paige had gotten a few buckets of paint, feathers, and animal hair and set it up above the school doors. Making sure she had the rope pulled tight she waited until her sister walked into the school alone before dumping the contents of the bucket of her. Cati yet again prevailed and made it through, a few emotional battle scars, but nothing she couldn't handle. Her father had died on the Titanic, she could beat anything, she told herself.

The yellow bus pulled away carrying in it five of the six Calvert-Dawson children. Four being Calverts and one being Dawson. Paige sat in the back with some of her skater freinds while Tyson chatted it up about sports with his friends and one girl he was best friends with. Melinda and Hansen staye dnear each other with their large group of friends, being the 'fashionistas' of the school they were well liked by most. Cati sat up at the front of the bus with her best friend Jordan, he was a sweet enough guy and had been with Cati from birth, they really were the best of friends. And Jordan wasn't the 'nerdy guy best friend.' He was a six pack ensured football jock sweet guy. Cati was lucky to be best friends let alone his favorite person, because he didn't know what he'd do without her.

Laughing Cati looked behind her, taking a turn to look at each sibling individually before catching Paige's sly grin, her eyes were slits and she was smiling widly, a witchcraft/superstition book in her lap. Cati felt a chill go up her spine and leaned into Jordan's shoulder as he put a comforting arm around her.

she was scared.