Distant Waves…Titanic (PG 13)
ChApTeR oNe: The real life…
JUNE 13 1911, ENGLAND
“Bella hurry up! Or were going to be late!” My sister Alice called for me.
I struggled to pack the rest of my belonging in my tiny luggage bag. How could they expect me to fit all this stuff in this tiny little thing? I sighed and took out one of my favorites skirt and blouse. I then zipped the bag up and dragged it behind me to the living room.
“There you are.” Mother looked frustrated.
“Didn’t I tell you to pack your stuff earlier? You never listen to me.”
I shrugged. “I couldn’t pick what to bring.”
She then sighed and signaled me to follow her to the motor car.
“Where Alice?” I asked.
“She’s already gone to the station with father and Steffan.” She relied while she loaded the rest of the luggage into our only transportation left.
“They’ll meet us at the station. Now go call Elena and Damien”
I rushed into the house and into Elena’s room. I found her slim figure bending over a trunk. “What in the world are you doing?”
Elena was my little sister. She had recently turned 12 and was as stubborn as ever. She was quiet tall for her age and had pale skin and smoky blue eyes that I envied. She got them from my father Charlie. Her dark hair was held up in a high pony tail and draped across her back lovely.
She looked up shock written all over her face. “Nothing.” She replied with such haste that I was sure it was something.
I shook my head. “Anyways, mother said to hurry up. She’s already started loading the rest of our stuff in the motor car so if you want to put something in it you better rush.”
I turned for the door but Elena called me back.
“Bella?” She said in her child like voice.
“Do you think it’s a good idea to go to America?” Her voice was shaky. Worry coming across her face fiercely.
Being only two years older than her I didn’t understand much myself. I tried to sound sure of my self or at least wise. But I think it didn’t work that well.
“I don’t know. And it’s not our choice. Plus, there’s nothing left for us in England. Father can’t find work so the only way is to move.”
She nodded understanding and continued what she was doing.
I headed to Damien’s room. He was sat on a chair hunched over his desk scribbling on something. Damien was 16. Much taller than me and almost as tall as father. He had light brown hair like my mother and her green eyes. It was kind of strange when you looked at the. From one angle they seemed a mossy green but from another they looked like a smoky blue. He was skinny like all of us and kind of a know it all which is one thing I don’t like about him and that girl drool over him like some pastry dish.
“Damien. Mother said to hurry up we are leaving soon.” I told him.
He grunted. “Tell her I would be there soon.”
“She said to come now.”
He turned and looked at me. His eyes looked sad. Damien had tried everything he could do not to go to America for some various reasons but the number one reason was because of his girlfriend Cassandra.
Cassandra was beautiful and smart. I liked her and we’d become close recently.
“Tell her one more minute. Please Bella. That’s all I need.” He said.
I nodded. I knew why he wanted to delay our leaving. He was waiting for Cassandra. She told him she would come to see us off.
“Damien! Cassandra here!” I heard Elena yell from the front room.
Damien jump up excitedly and pushed me out of the as he rushed to her.
They started hugging and kissing each other. I had to turn to not be disgusted much further.
It took us quiet a while to split them up. But when we did Damien was strapped in the back seat with Elena and our luggage and I sat in the front with mother. Cassandra was left at the steps cry franticly.
I didn’t know what the matter was they would see each other soon. Damien was only coming with us for a year. Well, I guess that’s not soon but still. He’s turning seventeen soon. And once he reaches eighteen he has the right to do what ever he was like coming back here to England and getting married to Cassandra. I knew they had been planning this ever since we heard about the news of us traveling to America.
But I think the trip would be fun. We would be traveling over seas on the Titanic. The most majestic ship ever created. It would be filled with rich people. We were boarding first class. I couldn’t wait to dine with the wealthy such as I, meet new people, wearing the finest clothes.
It gave me chills just thinking about it.
In the next five minutes we were off to our next destination. The train station where father, Elena and Steffan would be waiting and we will be getting on to make out way to the Titanic.