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Before I start, I want to let you all know that this story has NO HISTORICALLY ACCURATE INFORMATION WHATSOEVER.
This is a narrative just written for the thrill of the reader. Soooo...BE THRILLED!!!
"LILY?!" Andrea called, "LILY!"
Andrea searched everywhere for her 13 year old daughter, suddenly realizing that she wasn't on the life boat.
How could she have forgotten her? Her mind was racing in the confusion, she wasn't thinking straight. But no one would go back there now, and Lily wouldn't have been able to survive the jump down to the boat. She was running out of options.
All she could do now was wait, and hope.
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LILY'S POV
The crowd was going insane. I frantically searched the crowd all around the boat, trying to find my mother in vain. The police officers going down in the lifeboats fired shots with their guns into the air to keep people from clambering onto lifeboats they couldn't fit in.
"Lily," Papa grabbed my shoulders, "Go and find a boat. Try to find your mother and-"
His sentence was cut off by the deafening sound of a gunshot. But what I didn't realize was that the gunshot...
...went right through his head.
"Papa!" I screeched as he fell to the ground, "Papa? Papa don't leave me please!!"
Hot tears fell from my eyes on his face, glazed eyes staring off into nowhere. Blood seeped back into his brown hair, and there was no fierce throbbing left in his chest. I sat sobbing until Aunt Scarlett pulled me to my feet and started carrying me to the front of the ship.
"Lily, we have to go!" She cried, her soft strawberry hair beating wildly around her head. I could only hold on to her in an attempt to make it through the throng.
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