"Come on Helen! We have to get out of here!"
They were rushing to make their way out of the Dining Saloon aboard the Titanic, known to be the greatest achievement of its era. The date was April 14, 1912, at 2:38 AM. 2 hours and 40 minutes later the Titanic would become a tragedy.
John and Helen were both celebrating their 14th birthday. They met on the ship a few days previously, they equally thought they wouldn't meet again because there were 2 thousand people aboard. However when they bumped into each other a few days earlier they were very annoyed.
"Watch where you're going."
A skinny boy with red hair like fire said to no one in particular. The look on his face suggested he was not in the mood for talking, nonetheless acknowledging anyone was there since he kept moving along the B-Deck. Helen felt quite annoyed and surprised by this as she saw the boy to be about her height if not a bit taller.
"So rude." Helen scoffed.
As she continued walking to her family's suite she was remembering her days before she stepped foot on the Titanic. She started to marvel over again how beautiful the interior really was. She was very proud of her mother, for her mother was considered one of the brightest and pickiest minds in all of Belfast. Her mother was an advocate for women, their rights and wages across the country, and sometimes that got her into trouble. Whenever this happened, it was Helens apparent duty to call her father, who at the time was in New York managing 500 men in an oil factory.
Whenever her mother got dissed off by the police that somehow activated a cell in her brain that made her mother scream and shout even more. Her mother was also a noble woman, for she was always giving to charity and helping children whenever she saw them. Likewise, Helen's mother always thought Helen didn't age and was therefore still a child in her mind, always asking her questions.
"It's not my fault I want to know how your day at school was."
At this time Helen had just finished her homework in the late afternoon of March. She was tired and didn't feel like doing anything.
"But it's always the same. Everything is the same each day, it never changes!"
"If everything's the same everyday, why does a day come to an end and a new one begin?" Her mother retorted sweetly. Helen stiffed back her yell of annoyance by biting back her lip, and her desire to storm out of the room for having such an annoyingly bright mother.
Later that night as Helen was brushing her blonde locks of hair she wondered what her trip of the Titanic would be like. He wondered if it would seem to have infinite capacity, what her suite would look like, how demanding people might be, and if anyone could save her from the torture of hanging around her mother's expensively rude circle of friends. As the days crept by her imagination started to excite her wildly. However her homework and chores did not seem to feel the same.
The day before she and her mother were scheduled to arrive at the Titanic, Helen felt an immense level of selfish happiness. Her mother was probably going to continue her protests for women's rights aboard the ship just like if she was back home. Her mother would be perhaps so occupied with her duties that she would forget to keep an eye on Helen. Helen could then go wherever she pleased.