starfreedom
She never had a stable relationship. With anyone. Her parents passed away when she was little and then she got shipped from foster family to foster family. With her constant moving, she never really got the chance to meet and really get to know any of the people her age. But this time, this time she was here for good. And nothing was going to stop her.
He had been warned. The male had been warned not to follow her that night. That lonesome night in the forest. She warned him not to follow her, for then he would be in great danger. Now he was holding onto to the edge, fearing for his life.
The boat was sailing, sailing across the ocean, taking the prisoners from one place to the other, trading them, taking them from their homes and selling them, selling them into slavery. It was an awful thought to the families, the mothers getting split from their husbands, the parents from their children, and the siblings from each other.
The whip cracks against his bare back as he slides down onto the cobblestone streets in shame before his town, his community, his family. He had been found by the border of the district, crawling under the fence. Now he was paying the price.
The clock ticked nearer and nearer to five o'clock, when Jason was picking her up. Well, actually, she wasn't getting 'picked up,' she was meeting him so to speak. He was most likely going to be late. Like always.
She has her ticket in her hand. The thing gripped inside her fist is the ticket that will get her on that ship, that ship to the United States. The unsinkable ship. She doesn't know what exactly to expect from the TITANIC, but she knows that this will be a journey to remember for a lifetime.
Her birthday, her least favorite day of the year. Every year she is given more and more material things that seem to just pile up around her with no true use. But this year, it would be different she would give her gifts to those who really needed it.
Misty grabs her little sister’s hair and begins braiding it intricately in her hands. This reminds her of her mother. Her mother passed away five years ago and now they are in a girl’s home just south of London, England. After finishing she rises from the floor, straightening out her dress and starting outside.
Her hair was a tangled, wet mess before. She went swimming in the ocean just hours before her wedding, much to her designer's dismay. She loved the ocean. Called it her home for the longest time. Her eyes were often set on things beyond the normal view of the people around her.
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