This is a short story from an old assingment I had in 5th grade. The assingment was to pretend you were a passenger on the ship, then write a short story about it. The story takes place in the year 1922, and the main character is 14 years old if you were wondering. hope you enjoy!
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The tenth anniversery of the Titanic has arrived. Of course, it was no different the fifth, or the six, or even the first. They all brought back haunting memories of the Titanic. I will forever remember the screams of mothers being forced to abandon their husbands, as their children clung to their own fathers knowing they wouldn't see them tomorrow. They were well aware it would be the end. Their eyes watery as tears began to pepper their cheeks. And to think just a few days before they were laughing and prancing around on what was thought to be the great unsinkable ship.
While all this occours you could still hear the band play it's soft, sorrowful song. It still rings in my head as I lay to sleep. It's bone-chilling to know they played till their tragic death. I still remember their names. But then again, I remember all of the crews names.
I remember all the maids, I remember the Captin, I remember them all. But more than anyone, I remember Loraine Allison. The young girl became my best friend in the few days I had known her. I remember how we would explore the ship and exchange nursery rhymes and how she would allow me craddle her tiny brother in my arms. The very last time I had seen, she let me touch her doll's perfect hair and smooth skin.
Yes, I remember her still and I'll remember her forever. Every time I put a single rose on her grave. Every year on her anniversery. I'll always have Loraine Allison in my mind. Just as I did years ago, just as I do now, just as I will when my hair is silver and my face is wrinkled and my hands are bone. Just as I did 10 years ago. Happy.
I know she wants me to be happy, I know she does. I know in my heart she wants me to be the joyful 4 year old she met on the Titanic. But for now, saddness. Flat. Joy cannot come when saddnes always lingers in the air I breath and fill my lungs. Maybe tomorrow happiness will meet the one it has abandoned. And that person is of course, me.
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For those who don't know who Helen Loraine Allison is, she is basically a toddler who boared the Titanic and was the only child from both first and second class who didn't survive the ship.
