A:N/ Hi Everyone! I know that I am currently writing another story (Back to Titanic. Which another chapter will be posted soon) but I saw the movie a couple of days ago, and just had to write this! The wording may be slightly different than the movie. And who knows! I may even change the plot a little bit. Please read and tell me whether or not I should continue. I would love if you left me a review, but please no flames. Please excuse any grammar errors. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

"Rise and shine, Miss Hockley," My maid Sarah proclaimed as she nudged me on the shoulder. I didn't move. The awful night of sleep I had provoked me to stay under the comfort of the soft silk sheets of my grand hotel suite.

"Miss Hockley?"

"Leave me alone, Sarah." I begged.

"But Miss Hockley, you must get up. You know your cousin will be furious if I tell him you refused to get out of bed. You'll be making us all late."

"Late?" I questioned. "Late for what?" Sarah looked at me with confusion.

"To board the Titanic, of course." Sarah replied, with a slight smile. That was when I remembered what was happening. I was to go with my cousin, Cal, and his fiancée Rose Dewitt Bukater to America. We would also be traveling with Rose's mother, Ruth. When I left London, my mother promised she would join us in Philadelphia for the wedding. It would be the biggest, most grand wedding the Philadelphia society had seen in nearly 50 years. But for some odd reason, Rose didn't seem too thrilled. Any girl Rose's age would have been thrilled to be marrying a rich man like Cal. Rose and I had become great friends since the instant Cal and Rose announced their engagement, especially during our short trip to Paris. Rose was almost like the sister I never had. She and I shared interests in many similar things. Rose had recently bought paintings from some artist, Picasso I think. She loved them, while Cal, despised them. But I could have cared less about Cal's lack of enthusiasm. I loved the finger paintings just as much as Rose did. But in the past few days as we neared the time to board the Titanic, and return to America, I saw Rose's enthusiasm change. All of a sudden, she seemed to be melancholy. I couldn't blame her. When Cal proposed to her, her mother's approval rang louder in his ears than hers did.

With Sarah's help, I quickly dressed for the occasion. After placing my long dark chocolate brown hair into a formal bun, I chose to wear my cerulean dress with a matching straw hat. It seemed as though the whole world would be watching as we would disembark Southampton, England. This was one of the most exciting things that has ever happened to me in my 18 years on this earth. As Sarah smoothed out the wrinkles in my dress, I realized that my look was complete and that I was ready.

"Well, someone finally woke up." My cousin Cal smirked as I entered the dining room. Cal, Rose, and Mrs. Dewitt Bukater were already waiting for me. Cal flashed a dashing smile, but I couldn't help feeling the bitter sting that his words had left with his rude remark. I believed Cal meant well, but there was… something about it that just wasn't quite right.

"Good morning Anne." Rose whispered as I took my seat at the table. Rose's smile made me forget all about Cal. I caught a glimpse of Rose's outfit. She was dressed in an Ivory; satin dress with purple trimming, and looked beautiful as always. I nodded and smiled. I wanted to say more, but Mrs. Dewitt Bukater's watchful eye rested on my shoulders. Mrs. Dewitt Bukater was as proper as any high society lady was that day. However, it seemed as though she tried too hard. It seemed as though her attitude and manner were not genuine. Mrs. Ruth seemed observe my every move. To her, it seemed as though I had a slight influence on Rose. I did not entirely approve of Cal's marriage to Rose. I had almost hoped that he would marry someone slightly older. But Mrs. Dewitt Bukater had a mission, to get Rose married to the richest man she could find, and fast. And she was going to be certain that nothing or no one was going to get in her way.

The rest of Breakfast was eaten in near silence. Mrs. Dewitt Bukater's watchful eye had all but completely silenced Rose and myself. Only Cal seemed to be in the mood for chatter. For the next half hour, he bantered with us, asking how we slept, were we excited, and other petty topics of interest. Finally, we were ready to leave.

Three cars and their chauffeurs were there to greet us as we left the hotel's lobby, along with Cal's assistant Lovejoy. Although it was not his official job, it seemed as though Lovejoy assumed the role of being Cal's personal guardian. I had first met him when I visited Cal and Uncle Nathan in Pittsburgh when I was 14 years old. He always seemed to be cross and very unpleasant. I disliked him from the moment we met. It always seemed as though he watched Cal like a hawk. Whenever I visited, I received the same gift. Although I considered it to be more like a curse. Perhaps, it was because Uncle Nathan did not want to feel the wrath and anger of my mother if something were to happen to me. My mother was known all around London for having a fiery temper. I knew that anyone who messed with me would regret their decision if my mother ever got a hold of them.

As I began sauntering to one of the cars, I felt the presence of a hand on my shoulder. As I turned around, I was surprised to see that it was Cal. Cal leaned in close and whispered,

"Unfortunately, the awful English folk made a terrible error. We were supposed to have four cars, but we instead only have three, and one must be used for carrying the luggage. You won't find riding with Mrs. Dewitt Bukater, will you Annie?" I stared into his chocolate brown eyes. I hated when he called me Annie, and he knew it. I was eighteen for heaven's sake! Annie was a childish name I greatly disliked. I only still permitted my mother to call me by that juvenile name. I gave Cal a faux smile.

"I guess I do not have a choice, do I?" I replied with a sigh.

"No, no you don't." Cal laughed at my remark. He then took my hand and guided me over to one of the empty cars. Within a few moments, Mrs. Dewitt Bukater joined me in the automobile. I realized that a conversing with Mrs. Ruth would more than likely be repulsive. So for most of the car ride, I kept my hands folded in my lap, and pretended to gaze out the window.

As we were traveling, I caught a glimpse of the magnificent ship. I gasped in awe. She was like a giant trampling Southampton. Steam was already fluttering from her giant funnels. Hundreds of people were running or walking towards the pier. Everyone was dressed in their Sunday's best. It seemed as though ship was almost magical. Her splendor captivated any onlooker's vision. She was a sight no one had ever seen. Never in my life had I traveled in such a gigantic ship as Titanic was. As I glanced at Mrs. Dewitt Bukater, I saw her give a pleasant smile. Even though she tried to conceal it, she was captivated also.

Hundreds of people waited in the inspection line as we pulled up in the cars. The driver honked as simple 3rd class passengers scurried passed us.

"Sir, could you please not be so rude?" I asked. "They were just trying to cross the street." The driver nodded and apologized. We came to stop. The driver opened the door and I stepped out. The beams of the sun, permeated though the huge hat that shaded my delicate face. I peered up towards the Titanic. I felt so small, so minute versus the massive Titanic. I watched the driver open the door of Rose and Cal's automobile. Rose stepped out of the car. Her fiery red hair glistened in the sun. Her bulky maroon hat tipped upward as she stared at the magnificent ship. But surprisingly she astonished by it enormous size. Rose turned around and glanced at Cal, who had just stepped out of the car.

"I don't see what the big deal is about it." Rose remarked. "It doesn't look any bigger than the Mauritania." Cal seemed surprised by her words. I just was exasperated by Rose's remark. I knew she didn't want to go back to America. I could sympathize with her. But couldn't she at least appreciate the splendor of the world's largest moving object? Could she not just once, appreciate its rare beauty? Cal laughed.

"You can be blasé about some things Rose, but not about Titanic. It is almost a hundred feet longer than the Mauritania, and far more luxurious." Cal turned to help Mrs. Dewitt Bukater of the car, when he remarked "Your daughter is far too difficult to impress Ruth." Mrs. Ruth gazed with at the ship with curiosity.

"So, this is the ship they call unsinkable?" Ruth asked.

"It is unsinkable." Cal proclaimed. "God himself could not sink this ship." Suddenly, Cal was caught in a conversation with a man from the White Star Line. I whispered to Rose,

"Cheer up; at least we will be traveling in luxury." I jeered. "Besides, just think, we will be some of the very first passengers on a maiden voyage no one is ever going to forget!" Rose gave me a sad smile. I could not imagine all of the burdens she was carrying on her shoulders. I tried to ease her pain and assuage her anxiousness. But the results seemed nominal.

When Cal returned, he declared, "Well ladies, we best board now, since we will be leaving in a few minutes. He wrapped his arm around Rose and started up the platform. Mrs. Dewitt Bukater followed. Cal then turnaround and looked at me. "Aren't you coming Annie?" I felt dazed, almost as if I was in a dream. I peered towards Cal and replied,

"Can I wait for Lovejoy? I just want to soak it all in." Cal seemed flabbergasted. But nodded and told me he would greet me at the top. I surveyed Rose and Cal's ascent up the platform. Rose looked so mature for her age, so proper. She was the epitome of every high society girl her age. But Rose's observations made it seem as though she was not going to America on the "Ship of Dreams" as everyone call it. But instead, she was boarding a slave ship, taking her to America in chains. I kept admiring the ship. The smell of fresh paint pervaded my senses. To soak it all in, would have taken ages, and I had a meager few moments.

As I patiently waited for Lovejoy, I became slightly distressed. The ship was to embark any minute now, and Lovejoy was nowhere to be found. Suddenly, two young men flew by me. The first one had beautiful dirty-blond hair. Although it seemed as though he hadn't bathed in weeks, there was still something enchanting about him. His companion had dark curly brown hair. From the accent I heard as he was running, I could only surmise that he was an Italian. They dashed by me so fast; I almost could not hear the first one yell out,

"We're riding in high style now! We're a couple of regular swells! We're practically royalty!" As I watched them race towards the 3rd class entrance, I could help but laugh hysterically. The way they seemed to try to fool the officer was hilarious. Lovejoy came up to my side and asked in a stark, cold like manner,

"What could possibly be funny?" Still laughing, I pointed towards the two men. They thought having 3rd class tickets, was like inheriting all of England from the Queen. To my delightful surprise, they actually were allowed to board, which made me laugh only even harder.

"Did you see those men Lovejoy?" I asked "Were they not hilarious?" Lovejoy ignored me and proceeded to extend his arm out to me. Gratefully, I took it, and we began climbing the gangway. Finally, after weeks of sleepless nights, and being super anxious, I boarded the Ship of Dreams. I boarded the Titanic.

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