H.M.S. TITHERTANIC

"We-are-Nina-Everren-and-Morana-Madly-What's-your-name?"

My hiding place was compromised when a large man with an ice-cream and dungarees lent casually on the pillar box, and asked me about my day. I found Nina and dragged our stuff towards the H.M.S. TITHERTANIC. I stopped by the small crowd of lost looking girls that were hovering (not literally) by the gangplank that lead up to the ship.

And what a ship it was! It was gargantuan, enormous, huge, big... you get the picture. I can see why it was named after the Titanic now.

I smiled at one of the girls, and she looked at me strangely. Then I heard a high pitched voice.

"That's it girls, yes, look lost, confused, maybe even give lonely a go! Now, some of you drift around, look, and then rejoin the group. Yes, perfect! Now, make unsure steps up the plank, and now- NO, FELICITY!!! And now, leave some behind, yes, and shuffle up the plank, take one long glance back, that's good, Mariam, and disappear through the doors, in a few seconds, appear, smiling, on the top deck, and wave to your 'families'. YES!!! Now, girls, go to your dorms! That is perfect!"

Let me explain what we did while she was doing that:

1. Looked confused.

2. Made as if to go from the group, but thought better.

3. Started walking up the plank.

4. Accidently pushed someone (Felicity) of the edge, then caught her.

5. Stopped moving up the plank.

6. Looked behind us.

7. Watched, confused, as the other girls did the other stuff.

The high pitched lady stared at us for a second.

"Are you girls new? Because I haven't seen you before, I must say, you joined in on that exercise incredibly well! I see you will become great actresses. We should be joined by a few others in a minute. What are your names?"

She said that all in such a rush, I had to struggle to keep up, and at the end, Nina burst out "We-are-Nina-Everren-and-Morana-Madly.What's-your-name?"

I was ready to start apologising like hell fire, but the lady seemed delighted. I could practically hear the thoughts running through her head; 'Oh-goodies-she's-just-like-me-the-other-one-is-rather-quite-but-we'll-soon-sort-that-out.' 

She smiled brightly at us.

For ages.

Not blinking.

Awkward.

Yes, well anyway, then we heard a slight cough from behind us.

Phew.

We turned to see three girls standing a row.

 There was one VERY tall one, with a bandanna to keep her short ginger hair out of her eyes. Then there was an average one, plain average brown hair, eyes,clothes. And then, and then there was a tall, long legged blond curly haired one, with perfect tanned skin. She looked as though she came straight ought of a magazine, and not just hello magazine, oh no no, this girl was a vogue girl.

We had Grace Kelly in our group!!! 

But a teenage Grace Kelly, with modern clothes, and curly hair, and possibly quite a bit taller.

But she made up for that with shorter mini skirts.

Come to think of it, I don't think Grace Kelly wore a mini skirt.

Actually, I don't know that much about Grace Kelly...