The ship was a luxury. Derek, Amber (The lady who saved us), and I had our own room with two beds. Of course me and Derek shared a bed and Amber got the other bed to herself. Amber told us that she had to kids named Denver and Ali. They died with their father when a bridge fell on them. Everytime we talked to Amber, she would glance at her wedding ring and cry.

The night of the day we got on the ship was um... interesting. Amber gave me Ali's old night gown and she gave Derek Denver's pajamas. We odered room service and got hot cocoa. At night we watched "The Terminator". When Amber was asleep, Derek and I went on the balcony of the ship. "Derek, will we be okay?" I asked while the wind rustled through my long, blonde hair.
"I honestly don't know, Anne." He said.
"This is the worst birthday ever." I cried.
"Yesterday was your birthday"
"Well it feels like my birthday still. I might never be 9 or 10. I may never get married. I may never become a popstar like Hannah Monatana. Those are things that I MIGHT not see or do but I will never feel our parent's skin or taste the cinamon rolls our chef used to make. I wished this never happened." I cried.
"Well happy birthday AnneMarie and guess what it will be the best birthday ever." He said.
"Really?"I asked.
He nodded. "Tomorrow. For now lets go watch 'Scooby Doo'" He suggested. I smiled and nodded and we walked back to our room and prayed for the best tomorrow.