Charlotte.
"Do you see how those crates are being lifted into the ship?" Charlotte looked over to see what her brother was talking about.
"Yes."
"We're going to get into them, all right?" Charlotte's eyes nearly popped out of her own head.
"You have to be joking! We can't get in there." Charlotte always had doubted her brother's plans. He was smart so she trusted him.
"Follow me and I'll show you." Sure enough the plan would work she could do it. "Let's go get our luggage." Charlotte followed her brother.
"Dominick, will we make it safely to America?" Charlotte asked worriedly as always.
"Of course! Our only problem we will have to face is actually getting on the ship. Now we only have a half an hour so we must run." Charlotte followed her brother. She hit nearly every person she passed. She felt terrible but new she had to run so she wouldn't lose her brother. She would never be able to leave Europe if that happened.
Charlotte was running and noticed flashing probably some rich family taking pictures. But she needed to focus. Where was Dom? Oh right there. Then all of a sudden.
"AHH!" Charlotte screamed. She had tripped over some cords and gotten in the middle of a big mess.
"Are you all right?" Her eyes were blinded by the flash still but she new she heard an Irish accent. She finally got her vision back. A blonde fellow with imperfect teeth was holding out his hand to help her up. She looked deep into his blue eyes but knew who he was. She didn't take the hand he held to her. Instead she got up and started running again without realizing that she had forgotten something.
"Are we almost there?" Charlotte screamed at her brother. She was slowly losing energy. She was ready to give up. But no! She was so close to freedom! This was a ship going to America, the land of opportunity. She was close and this was her only chance. She told herself to keep running and that's exactly what she did.
"All right, this is it Lottie." Her brother had the biggest smile on his face. "Our dreams are about to come true."
Charlotte threw her bag into the crate and got in with her brother following behind her.
"I'll hide you, just sit there and they won't see you. When they unload your crate you have to run as fast as you can to get out of their sight. Then find a bathroom and change clothes so they don't recognize you. You got that?" Dominick sounded more serious then ever.
"I got it!" Charlotte replied shaking with fear. Charlotte had always wished she could be as brave as her brother, but it would never happen.
"Shoot, it's moving. I'll get on the next one." Dominick yelled and Charlotte started to panic.
"No! DOM!" Charlotte screamed.
"Find me later!" His voice got quieter and quieter until all she could hear was the machine that was bringing her up.
Charlotte sat there for about five minutes until she felt a bump. She got ready to book it out the crate.
Someone had opened the crates doors. Charlotte grabbed tightly onto her suitcase and covered her face with her scarf so her identity was hidden.
"Hey you! What are you doing in there?" A scruffy older man screamed at Charlotte. She knew she had to run fast. Charlotte grabbed her bags and booked it just as her brother had told her. A few men were running fast behind her.
"Catch that girl!" One of the guys yelled.
Charlotte had found a small door and she went in there. She soon realized it was the back entrance to the ship. She ran past people's bedrooms knowing that she would never be able to afford anything on that ship. She kept running until she found a closet. Charlotte changed out of her clothes and into new clothes. She felt as if something was missing. Charlotte slowly felt her neck and realized her grandmother's necklace was gone! She had probably dropped it when she tripped. She was never going to get it back. But what did it matter, she was on her way to America for god sakes.
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