No One Compares

Where The Sun Sets

April 10th, 1912- 11:25am

"Please watch your step, ma'am." A crew member said when I stepped on the gorgeous R.M.S Titanic. All my life I have waited for something like this. When I found out I was going on this ship, I was overjoyed, but I had no clue it was this beautiful. All the crowds around us were bustling with excitement. I was so busy in my thoughts that I barely felt the person that had just bumped into me. 

"Excuse me lady." 

"W- What?" I had been zoning out for 3 minutes straight.

"I said excuse me. I just bumped into you."

I blinked a few times before I gave an answer.

"Uhm, yes, sir. Thank you." I mumbled

The boy brushed my shoulder once again as he ran off with who I assumed was his friend. I looked for my family and caught up with them. 

Ever since I was 5 I dreamed about seeing the ocean- as a girl who lived in Central Indiana, that wasn't exactly a possibility. Luckily, after winning a large sum of money in Ireland, my family bought four 2nd class tickets for this boat to let me live my dream. I smiled as I thought to myself.

"Y/n, hurry up!" Exclaimed my younger sister, Delaney. For a 9 year old, she was extremely hyper.

After riding a lift and walking for only 30 seconds, my family and I approached a white door in a small hallway. "This is your stateroom. We would like to draw attention to the 3 beds accompanied with cotton bedsheets. If you need anything, you can alert us via the telephone on the wall." Said a stoic crew member.

"Thank you, sir." My mother smiled.

I marveled at our stateroom. Right as we walked in, the comfort of a semi-spacious living room greeted us. A bookshelf stood near the porthole, stocked full of large new books- none of which had been read before. There were two bedrooms, one for my parents and one for my sister and I. Although it wasn't exclusive or luxury, the red color scheme and furniture seemed to take my heart. My sister ran to get the "better bed," but I, the mature 16-year-old I am, followed slowly behind. 

I set my luggage next to my bed and started to unpack. My family was always considered middle class, and in Indianapolis, that wasn't very impressive. I packed three dresses for the evening, two for the morning, one for parties and events, and many simple homemade ones. I organized them in the small wardrobe in the bedroom. Delaney had already started jumping on her bed.

"Delaney, be careful, you are going to get yourself hurt!" I laughed.

"No I am not, y/n!" Delaney shouted over the noise of her bed.

My father, Chandler, walked into our room at that exact moment. confused, he tried to ignore our antics and talk to us. 

"Ladies, the ship is about to set sail. Shall we take a stroll on the top deck,? I can show you the direction where the sun sets!"

Without even answering, Delaney and I started getting ready. I wanted to see the ocean, for God's sake!