Titanic: Cold Waters

Chapter Three

*Allie's POV

The next day

        It was nine am. I was frantically searching for a way out, but all the windows in the orphanage had bars latched from top to bottom. I was panicking. I couldn't help it, though. There were fliers everywhere about the Titanic. It would get me to America. Alas, there was no way out of the orphanage. Especially me. I tried to escape numerous times, but none of which worked.It was a nice orphanage, but I had to go to America. I wanted to go to America for a greater chance of becoming a musician. There a lot of stars there, so I figured I'd give it a shot. Oh, excuse me, my name's Allie. I never really had a last name. That's because I never had a family before to share a last name.Anyways, I'm seventeen years old. I have been switched in and out of different orphanages for a while. I always tried to escape to live on my own. They kept switching me and now I have been stuck in this one ever since I was nine. After a while I had given up on getting out, but ever since Titanic, I knew now was my time.It was my time to live.

        The Titanic was coming at eleven thirty am in Ireland. That was only in three two hours, I had to figure out a way out and race to Titanic. Where it was boarding was particularly close to where the orphanage was, I had a clear sight of it. I felt like I was going to cry. The Titanic was my way out of the orphanage system. None of the orphans were aloud out of their rooms until breakfast, which was in one hour. Although, I was scared. I was terrified, actually. I can't be sent away again. I can't be. Though, I had to keep all of that inside me. I was going to brave. So, I slowly tiptoed downstairs and past the cook. The cook almost noticed me, but I was out of the kitchen by then.

        No one was really awake except the cook, but all I had to worry about now was my noise level. As I left the kitchen, I came to the cafeteria. The cafeteria was known to echo due to high celings and no carpets. Meaning, every step you take would have some sound at an unknown pitch or level. Although I'd been here since I was nine, it was no use to my navigation. I mostly just followed the group and never really had to find my way around. Concluding, my navigational skills were not so easy to follow.

        Although I had found a way out, surprisingly, I ran off the street. I had to get out as fast as I could. I kept running, barely stopping. There was absolutely no way I was staying there. I finally made it to where the ship was boarding, but sadly, it was already sailing. What was I supposed to do? What I did, yes, what I did was swim. It was just about to set sail. The doors were closed, My original plan was to blend in, but I didn't think that was very possible anymore. I jumped. I could tell the propellers were about to spin, and dying was not in my bucket list. I grabbed onto a porthole and tried to open it,but it was no use. I tried another one,still nothing, I was panicking. I started knocking drastically on it. This porthole was bigger than the others which was peculiar, but that didn't bother me too much. Finally, I saw a boy who looked to be around age nineteen, and he opened it. He pulled me in just as the propellers turned.

        He was blonde and he had hazel eyes. He was just two inches taller than me, estimating. He held my hand and pulled me up. Our hands seperated quickly and I looked at the ground just as we started moving.

        "The bloody Hell are you doing?" he asked. "That's fucking dangerous! You could have died!"

        "I um...I apologize..." I stuttered.

        He sighed. "Don't worry about it...Just, just doing get yourself into anymore trouble, okay?"

        "Okay...I got to go..." I said, turning towards the door. 

        "Oh, um, what's your name?" he asked.

        Not turning around, "Allie."

        I walked out of the room, wet and cold. I sighed.  My pants were drenched and so was my shirt. My socks had completely felt like a sponge and my shoes were squeaking as I walked down the hallway. People started pouring into Titanic as I made my way onto the deck. Not many people were there.  As I walked around, people eyed me. Most of them looked as if they lived their life in luxury, I guess that was practically first class. I kept my head down. I wasn't totally wet, but mostly from a little above my waist and down was, besides my sleeves and some parts of my hair. I felt really weird. People started giving me dirty looks, causing me to walk faster. One woman looked at me and scoffed, I started running. I was terrified of them. I soon bumped into a woman who looked to be a little older than me. I didn't know what to say. Of course I knew to apologize, but frankly I couldn't find the words.