April 10th

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When we got to our room I quickly started to unpack. The first thing I unpacked was my Bible. It was no secret that me and my family would go to heaven when we died. God was my best freind who helped me through many things and I always knew that he would be there for me when I needed him most. The next thing I unpacked was my dragon. I was always a tomboy who loved to hear mythology, both Irish and Greek. I especially loved stories about dragons. In my mind, instead of ugly, horrible, and nasty they were magestic and beautiful. So on my 9th birth-day my parents gave me a plush dragon that Mother had made herself (she was always good with a needle).

After I finished unpacking I started to wander around. It could have been five minutes or five hours but before I knew it, the supper bell rung loudly across the mighty ship. I found my way to the supper hall and found one of the best tasting meals I had ever eaten. Roast beef, corn, rice, and fresh rolls. As I was enjoying the meal someone put their hands around my eyes. I remeber smelling wood chips and automatically knowing who it was. My best friend, Kyle O'Dare! He was from Ireland as well, and we met when Father went to trade some quilts Mother had made. Kyle's father made wooden furniture and was quit good at it. "Kyle!" I remember saying. Kyle never really talked that much except to me. I was so excited that he was there.

After dinner we went exploring, and he told me about how his father had been asked to make some furniture for the ship in exchange for two tickets. His mother had passed away when Kyle was born. It was only him and his father. We started to sneak past people and found ourselves at the head of the ship. I remember the salt water spraying on our skin, Kyle's short light brown curls moving gentley in the wind and his green eyes a little red from the salt. After exploring we went back to our rooms, and said goodnight to one another.

I had anything but a good night. I had terrible night-mares about fire, people screaming, lifeboats dropping, sirens wailing, and people jumping of the ship and into bone chilling cold water. The last thing I remembered before I woke up was something large floating in the water that was not the Titanic.

Cold Water By: K.C.MWhere stories live. Discover now