"excuse me madame, I couldn't help but notice your lovely evening wear" I tried to put on my best posh accent but with the clothes I was wearing, I wasn't fooling anyone. she tutted as if I just came out of the gutter.I was about to leave but i was lucky, I dropped my art and it scattered on the floor, she picked it up and for the first time I wanted to make the entire world stop. of course I couldn't but it didn't stop that magical moment swirling in my head, even now I'm blushing, just remembering her face. Her big blue eyes, her Bossy Attitude. for the first time I was falling in love.
She look angry when she saw my drawings I didn't know why until she told me ''so,is this how you make your dirty money?drawing young girls like this. you've drawn the same girl over and over again and I bet the only reason your looking at me was so you could get your hands dirty! I have to admit I thought everyone in the world had some common decency but now. I'm starting to wish mother didn't put me on this boat."
Rose's POV
I don't know why I acted this way, I always hated those posh people. maybe mother has broken me, it can't be, can it? I gasped. I needed to end this misery, all the pain from when I was a child flooded back to me.I knew I had to get out of there so I ran, I ran like I've never ran in my lifetime.It was all a blur from there, as I already said, I was running but I stumbled... and tripped, over the railing...
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The ship of dreams or so it was
RomanceIs Jack Dawson really dead? We all know the story of the titanic, rose and jack... but do we? was there another tale that might have persuaded Jack to die? venture with me and promise I to tell the real story of the titanic.Somewhere there is always...
