Titanic - Retold by Cassie

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Titanic – Retold by Cassie

By Michelle Holmes

        My name’s Cassie and I have a story to tell. This is the story I remember. I can only tell you this story without the facts, I can tell you it the way it happened to me. I can’t tell you how long ago it happened. I’ve lost all sense of time. My mind is warped and I don’t really understand what happened that night.

        I guess my story must begin on Christmas day 1911. I was 8 at the time.

        I lived with my father George Turn. We lived in a little flat in Southampton, and he was my hero. I never knew my mother; she died when I was young so my father was all I had.

        Back to Christmas day, I woke up and ran out of the bedroom into the main room. We had a rather pathetic looking Christmas tree this year but me and father had put some coloured rags on it. Under our Christmas tree there were three parcels. One of which was from me to my father. The other two I guessed were for me.  I waited for my father to wake up before I opened my presents. The first was a thick rectangle that I opened quickly it was a chocolate bar. Father opened his present and found his orange. He tried to act surprised.

        I slowly opened the parcel and to my surprise it was tickets on the Titanic.

        The next few months went quickly, I told everyone I saw, I was going on the Titanic. We were going to America, to New York, to see the sights. On the Titanic. People looked surprised when I told them. The tickets were very expensive, when I asked father how he could afford them. He just winked at me, whatever that meant.

        I remember the day so well; there were so many people down on Southampton dock. Father accidentally bumped into a rich man who introduced himself as John G Butler. He was a very nice man who told me I was going to grow up to be a heartbreaker. I took it as a compliment.

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        We separated, as we had to go through separate doors. Us the “lower class” or the “lovely class” as father always put it had to go through a health check. There was a man checking my head for lice and I told him firmly

“ We aint no ruffins you know we’re proper upper classers!”

Father poked me in the back but the man just laughed and told me to:

“Get on your way now.”

        As we got on the ship I waved goodbye to Southampton. I wanted to wave to each and every seagull because they seemed ...

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