Rose's POV:
We pull up at the docks to be faced with Titanic II. My blue eyes scan the boat and I smile happily at its new design. It looks particularly different to the original ship, and you can tell there has been some improvement in the outcome. There are 3 entrances to the ship. The first one is a big door decorated with beautiful carved patterns. Just above the door there is a large sign which says 'FIRST CLASS ENTRANCE' in fancy writing. The second entrance is a big door but with no pattern- just a simple but big door. Above it labelled "SECOND CLASS ENTRANCE" in bold writing. I then look down the ship a bit further and there is just a door. I am guessing that it's third class entrance then? Above the door reads 'THIRD CLASS ENTRANCE' in simple, plain writing. I sigh negatively to myself. It's unfair how we, the more fortunate passengers, get treated nicer and have better accommodations and entrances. I don't get why we can't just have the same one?
I had a friend back in England called Penelope. She was a very sweet girl with an amazing personality. Her family didn't have much money though and my parents didn't like me being friends with her because she didn't want me to influence her 'bad habits and unfortunate lifestyle' I know- it's horseshit! After she found out I was friends with her, she said 'no wonder why your attitude has changed and you aren't being how you normally are'.
She just doesn't understand that I haven't changed- I have just learnt that no matter how much money you have or how 'fortunate' you are- you can still be who you truly are, and just letting you- be you. I started swearing more often and going out into the town to buy more cool clothes, as I call them. My language changed- I used slang words and could talk how I wanted and walk how I wanted. My Mom would legit lecture me for 45 minutes about all of this- basically every day! I drank a few cups of wine too. I am happier them ways. It makes me so happy! I feel physically and emotionally free! I had always done these things before but probably twice a month, at the most? My Mother goes out to buy me big, puffy, delicately made dresses, expensive makeup and all that kind of girly stuff. My Mother get's me specially designed and made sanitary towels! It's so stupid! A pack would normally cost $20 for 10. When normal ones only cost around $4 for 10, at the most?
Another reason on why I have to marry Charles is because my Dad was the one in my family who bought up the big money, politics and stuff like that. His sister, my Auntie, inherited the money- I don't know why though? Charles has lots of money and is very high up with the royals. So long story short- she wants me to marry him for the money. Ugh, greedy bastard!
I was too drowned in my own thoughts that I didn't realise Katherine, my personal assistant had opened my door to excuse me from the car. Charles taps my shoulder lightly and says quietly yet sternly.
"Come on darling, stop day dreaming! We are here now let's get out and go onto Titanic II!"
I secretly roll my eyes and put on my little, stuck up act- like I have to do everyday basically! I step out the carriage with the help from Kathy and walk slowly forward. I admire the grand and gorgeous ship in front of me.
"Wow, this is beautiful" I whisper to myself, looking carefully at every detail of the boat and the people on and around it.
People start shouting and gasping at the sight of it.
"I don't see what all the fuss is about! I am quite disappointed to be honest! Seven years of designing this silly little thing! They could've done better! But it will probably look nicer inside! I was hoping to impress you darling... You will probably never marry me now." He complains, his voice getting quieter towards the end.
"I never wanted to marry you anyway." I say to myself as I turn around and smile at him nicely.
"Don't be so negative Charles. Why do you seem so unsure about this?" I ask him, rubbing his arm for a few seconds.
The reason why I didn't say 'I will marry you' or anything like that is because I don't really like lying.
He doesn't reply, he just smiles at me- oh let me correct myself. He fake smiles at me! At least when I smile at him it's actually a real one. If not that- pretty close to real!
Jack's POV:
I am in the line with Ben for 3rd class. People at the front are being checked by the crew members. This old guy had lice and got taken away from the police. He cried loudly and shouted because this was his only way back to getting to his wife which he hadn't seen in 13 years. The man also got beaten up by one of them because he threatened to sneak onto the boat later on that day. Ben sniffed slightly and turned away to look at me. He had a few tears coming out of his eyes.
"What's up?" I ask him supportively, as I put my arm around him and rub his arm.
"I don't like the way they are treated that old man. Stupid son's on bitches! How dare they do that to him what the f-" Ben said sadly, his voice then getting louder at the end. He swears a lot when he gets annoyed. I cut him off by putting my finger to his lips.
"Calm down Ben. Take deep breaths okay?"
In a few minutes we get to the front. They checked carefully yet quickly through my hair and patted my pockets- probably looking for drugs or something. I had my cigarettes, body sprays, clothes, art book and pencils etc in my sack so hopefully they won't check them.
"Good then lads! You are free to go!" A tall bulky man said aloud.
Me and Ben look at each other surprised and smile really widely. We quickly take our tickets for our room and run excitedly into Titanic II.
"Jack. this is sick bro!" He says loudly, his voice echoing through the hall way.
We run randomly, not actually knowing where to go.
"We're the luckiest sons of bitches in the world, you know that?!" I yell excitedly as we carried on running. Fortunately we ended up at the corridor our room was in.
"E72, E72, E72." I whispered to myself as we eventually find a sign that read '3rd Class Bedrooms- E Deck'
We finally find our room and open the door with anticipation to see what our room is going to look like. There are two single beds with basic white sheets and white pillows, a small bathroom at the back and a mirror and big wardrobe. The room is pretty big and quite fancy. It's probably because it's a remake of the original Titanic ship that sank in 1912- and they wanted to improve the rooms and other technical things.
"Not bad for 3rd class, eh Ben?" I ask him. I am quite shocked at the layout because I expected it would look horrible to be fair, seeing as we are from the 'poor and unfortunate'.
"It's pretty cool! ... Aye Jack? When can we go out onto the decks and look around?" He asked, emptying his sack and setting up his things.
I stop looking around the bathroom, walk back into the main room and up to him.
"We can go after the ship docks if you would like?"
After that I look around the room in hope to find a clock or some kind of device where we can check the time. Just for our luck, the room started vibrating.
"THE SHIP'S DOCKING!" We shout in unison, as we look at each other, run out of the room and up to the top of the ship. It takes us a few minutes to get up to top deck, even though we were running quite fast. There was nobody in the corridors because everyone was at the top deck waving goodbye to everyone. Well they're most likely going to be waving goodbye, right? Or they could be decorating their grand, luxurious rooms? Never mind about them.
I don't like the first class passengers. They think they rule the world. All they have is lots of money, no kindness or love for anyone or anything else apart from themselves. Me and the rest of the 'poor ones' don't have a lot of money- but we do have lots of kindness, respect and love for other people- not just ourselves. No I'm not self obsessed or anything. Some of the first class passengers are very nice and not far up their asses. But some of them deserve a slap in the face and need to understand that they don't rule the world.
We finally make our way to the top of the ship and push our way to the railing, still being careful about others around us.
"FAREWELL EVERYONE" We call out to the other people on the road that are waving goodbye to everyone. A look around at everyone and spot a group of boys crying. I am guessing that their loved ones have gone onto the ship for a Hen Party/ Boyfriend getaway? I don't know anyway. I don't need or want to know to be honest. I don't intend on it either. They are probably 'too high up in the class' for me- I am irrelevant to them.
I sigh happily to myself as the ship goes into the distance- the crowd on the was nearby land, now turning into little figures, then eventually disappearing. I am happy to be on this ship. I am very grateful too! I once saw myself not having a job, house, food, friends or hobbies. But here I am- with a talent of art, decent clothes, good amount of money, friends (at least one, Ben) as well as food and water supply which is enough for me and Benjamin to survive...