On an expedition to the famous wreck of 'Titanic', 16-year-old Marley Faulkner discovers a mysterious journal, and feels as if she's finally found someone who understands her. Full of the tragic tales of a forgotten soul, the book's ending leaves Marley mourning for a girl she’s never even met. Or has she? The journal seems to be written for Marley, describing emotions she's certain nobody else in the world could feel but her. Could there be something that the girl in the journal, written nearly a century ago, is trying to tell her? And why does every possible explanation lead back to a single golden locket? Soon, Marley finds that through the locket--and the help of some new, unexpected friends--reaching the past and the girl from the journal isn’t as impossible as she thought. She's a time-traveler now, in a strange place where things are not always what they seem, and in a time where hundreds of lives are on the line. And she's the only one who knows enough to save them all. But how can Marley save anyone from the past when she can’t even remember there’s a present? How can she be a hero when the love of her life may be the very one who’s making her forget? And that's not all--she may only have four days left to live. ~Winner of the 2011 WATTY AWARDS.~ Inspired by the film 'Titanic.' Co-written by TEAtitanicfan and bluecanary446. Edited by Sawyercat17, Mutation, and snowwhite. Cover image entitled "Joy" by 'light-from-Emirates' on Deviantart.

Candace Palemetris has a "perfect" life; perfect mangable black hair, perfect skin, perfect straight white teeth, a perfect well bread althletic boyfriend, perfect luxgery class family, perfectly huge Los Angeles home, a perfect head cheerleader body and she's a perfect bitch to boot basically she's your everyday,run of the mill, rich, snotty, entitled, cheer-bitch destine to marry young and rich and sit back and collect mommy and daddy's money, no more no less or at least one would think. Hell even she thinks so, that is until a surprise family trip with a friend of her mother's and her family leads her to question who she is and what perfect really means.

....RUN! Mark! The jailer grabbed my brother Jason and dragged him on the cold muddy concrete. I screamed now charging to save him. The jailer clicked his rifle papering to shot. My brother looked in to my eyes, a mix of tears and blood now running down his cheeks. I will be fine Mark. Save yourself. It has always been just him and I and who would be there for me after he was gone. I know he was trying to save me, trying to protect me now. But it was time I stood up for myself. I grabbed the biggest chunk of concrete and ran chucking it with the best aim I could muster to hit him square in the head. BOOM! The gun fired….