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im so freakin bored.so im gonna rite a diary.note:this is historical fiction.i wrote this entirely by my self.
April 14, 1912.11:04 pm
The waves were rough.I could feel them crashing against the boat.I knew I would never make it out.Not in a million years.I could hear Jacob calling for me.He,as my big brother,wanted to make it out as much as I did.The Titanic was sinking slowly.I could feel it tilting to the side.Back and forth,back and forth.I knew,in my heart,Jacob would not make it out.He was far way from the life boats,and I was just about to board one.I ran back,back to my brothers open arms.He and I wouldn't make it.We had to stay.We couldn't leave our father.Who is our father,you ask.Captain E.J. Smith,the one who bravely went down with his ship that freezing winter day.in the sudden turn of events,I forgot completely about him.I learned a cold,hard lesson before I died that day:the captain,and his family,must go down with his ship.This sad story comes to an end.If u like it,pm me.