Cold Water By: K.C.M

Cold Water

I remember when I first set eyes on her. She was a beautiful ship. The largest one I had ever seen. It was April 10th, 1912. I was only 13 at the time, and my brother was not even two yet.

I clutched my ticket tightly in my very fair hand. When I close my eyes I can still see what I was wearing; a small petticoat, shiny new black shoes, a homemade dress, and pure white socks that went all the way up to my knees.

Bonnie Athans, that was me. My hair was quit curly. On that particular day my mother, Isabell Athans, had braided my sides back and let my dark brown curls drape down across my shoulders. I sounded British but anyone could guess that I was Irish, because I had natural red highlights in my hair, freckles, fair skin, and blue eyes. My mother looked exactly the same. However, my father was Greek; tall, tan, green eyed, and black hair. Apollo, my brother, looked exactly like him.

My father came to Ireland when he turned 19 and met my mother. They got married, moved to England, and had me and my brother. Now we were moving to America. We saved just enough money to buy us second class tickets (except for my father who was working as a server to pay off his ticket). We had relatives in America that were going to let us stay with them until we got back on our feet.

We finally got to get on the ship. It was marvelous inside too. At first, I was nervous because I had never been on a ship before, and this one was espically large. But I had heard from a fellow passenger that even the captain had said that the ship was unsinkable. Being the bright girl that I was, I assumed that we were completely safe, but in the following days I would know the true terror that the Titanic had to offer.