Unsinkable?

Part 2

Four days. Four long days with nothing to do except listen to the orchestra, play boring games with other passengers, and talk with the snobby girl named Victoria who sleeps in the cabin next to the one I share with Clara. Victoria says my dress doesn't look tight enough. I think it is too tight. Mother says I must learn to accept it if I am ever to l look graceful and lovely. My suitcase holds many tight dresses like this one. I packed all my possessions that are still intact after all the abuse they have suffered from Clara. I pity the man who had to carry it all to my cabin.
As the night tiptoes in, Clara's constant chatter slows and finally comes to a stop. I change into my lace-trimmed nightgown. I settle into bed and make myself comfortable. Mother comes over to my bed and puts out the light on my nightstand.
"Sweet dreams, Abby," she whispers.
"Goodnight," I tell her. She gives Clara a kiss on the forehead since she is already asleep. Father comes back from the telegraph machine. He starts to say something, but I am already drifting off to sleep.

I wake up to a terrible scraping sound, as if a giant dog were growling while scratching a chalkboard.
"What was that?" I whisper to myself.
"I don't know," says Clara, surprising me a little. I thought I was the only one who heard it.
"I was not talking to you," I respond. Mother and Father come running into  our cabin.
"Are you alright?" Mother asks. My sister and I say yes, then ask what the scraping sound was.
"We hit an iceberg," says Father. "It is nothing to serious though. This ship is unsinkable." I am not completely convinced.
My family falls asleep quickly, but I cannot help feeling anxious. What if the Titanic does sink? However improbable the thought is, it will not leave me. I lay in the dark for a while, then finally force my mind to be calm. I fall into a fitful sleep, impatiently waiting for the morning to come.