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♥Ship(Bad Era)♥

A/N:

Okay...I know this one might be a little weird but I thought eh ....why not give it a try! Hope you enjoy! :)

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I sit at the large round table as I observe my mother make thoughtless conversation with Mr. Daniel Jacobson, my father-in-law to be.

"Yes, I certainly feel that will be a great place for (Y/N)," Mr. Jacobson remarks as he and my mother speak of my honeymoon location options with Anthony Jacobson - my husband to be.

I sigh lightly and let my eyes wander, eventually landing on a blank space - leaving me in a thoughtless trance. 

My family and I recently boarded a ship that was making it's journey to New York, in America. We were a middle class family that had lived happily - or at least I did - until Daniel Jacobson, a high class business mogul, had made a request to my father - asking that I  marry his son.

Until present moment, I still have no idea as to why he wanted to marry me but I'm not in favor of it at all. I'm only seventeen - I don't want to be married. Sure, marrying someone very influential may have its perks but I don't want to marry someone I don't love.

"(Y/N)!" my mother's stern voice violently breaks me out of my reverie. 

My eyes widen and I focus on her. "Yes, mother?" I ask politely and she nods toward Anthony. 

"Anthony here has suggested that the two of you attend the Michael Jackson show tonight in the theater area," her voice is hard and authoritative.

"Um..." you smile softly at the thought of Michael Jackson - a man you'd adored as a music icon for years. "Yeah, sure...I'd love that," 

"See Anthony? Pleasing her already," Mr. Jacobson winks and I gag inwardly.

Seriously?

"Well the show starts in an hour...and of course - we're the higher class...they'll let us in without question," Mrs. Jacobson remarks haughtily. "So we can just continue our dinner until it's time," she sips her tea.

"Yeah," Anthony nods then smiles at me.

I breathe slowly and attempt to suppress the suffocation I feel whilst I sit and dine with these two families. I don't fit in with mine and I certainly don't fit in with Anthony's. I just need an opportunity to be me without being ridiculed.

"Excuse me" I say softly as I stand up.

"What's wrong dear?" my mother's voice sounds unusually high pitched.

"Nothing, I just need some air. That's all," I smile as I walk away, instantly hearing a series of light gasps and mutters emit from the table I've just excused myself from.

As I walk out into the outer deck, my pace speeds up. I notice that the path ahead of me is clear and I break into a run, holding my gown up so as not to trip. I run and run as my hair falls behind me, floating in the air a little due to the force of the wind pushing against me as I speed along.

Tears stream freely down my face as I continue to run.

I just want to be free.

I come to a stop at the end railing of the deck which is created so that people don't fall over the ship and into the water. I lean against it as I attempt to catch my breath.