Titanic Retold by Cassie- Creative Writing

My name is Cassie, and I have a story to talk about. This is the story I remember. I can only tell you this story without the fact that I can tell you how it happened to me. I do not know how long it happened. I lost all the feeling of time. My idea is distorted, and I really do not understand what happened that night. I think my story should start with Christmas in 1911. At that time I was only 8 years old. I live with my father, George Turn. We live in a small apartment in Southampton, he is my hero.

Cathy is a easy-to-talk lady. She began to interpret her mother-in-law Nancy. Casey has been married to Sean for over ten years. Every time I say the name of Nancy, Cassie's eyes are shining. Cassi remembered and remembered some interesting and interesting stories. Her plant is very lush, and Cassie remembers a special explanation about her plants and her mother-in-law. Cassie started her account with a funny smile. When Cassie and Sean first got married, they were just a short distance from Nancy. Cassie reminds me of the time she was with her child. Cathy likes plants, but she sometimes admits she has forgotten the water. Her mother-in-law has a green thumb

I will see Cassie. Cassie has these bright green eyes, like the Atlantic 's huge algae blanket. This is more active than the whole Amazon rainforest. Cassie was always showing the look of a young girl, and as she stared at the sun, her eyes were robbed of her eyes. Cassie is drinking tequila and Irn Bru all night. I mentioned earlier about Don Patterson, but she did not get it. Cassie is what you actually see, trying to design it like a French New Wave movie, not just a literary reference, a piece of gin and prayer. No, Cassie is true. Cathy is a maze of a female Hampton Court. You walk a lot on the KT 8 sun and finally go back to what you vaguely know; the fork which you made a lot of mistaken decisions keeps you in the maze. Cassie is a women's fortress, but it is still a maze

When Cathy arrives in Toledo, tracking where Miriam claims she might have lived is far from the end of the story. She still has a lot of work to become a person whom she wants to be. After writing her experience, she insisted that she would never be "Casilda" again. Cassie no more. It is no longer Katie. Please do not let others define her. She looked at Miriam asleep, olive-colored skin, hair-entangled soot, asphalt. Four years before the failure, Miriam told her she chose her three things: thick fair shook under her waist, she was too small, and her name. Cassie thought he was a ram caught in the jungle, instead of sacrificing when Abraham was no longer forced to kill his son. She continued to warn Milian not to have trouble. She said, let us find another way. But she had no problem today.