I started off my day like any other normal day. On September 11, 2001 I got up at 6:15 and got ready for school. I was a sophomore in high school. I went to my first three classes as usual and then continued to my fourth period Spanish class. We were doing work and my friend got up to go to the bathroom. Two minutes later she came running back to the room saying, “something big happened but I don’t know what.” Another kid in my class asked the teacher if he could find out what happened. He went down the hall to our cafeteria where a whole bunch of kids were standing in front of two televisions he saw them and came running back to the class room. One plane had already hit the world trade center and when he came back he told us that a plane hit the trade center and it was on fire. The class was almost over and I was on my way to lunch. We didn’t think much of it because we thought it was just an accident. When I got into lunch everyone was standing around the TV’s and my friend and I wanted to know what was going on. We didn’t get the full story all we knew was that a plane hit the twin towers and they were on fire. Throughout the rest of the day no one would talk about what was going on all I knew was so many kids were called down to the office. I went through the rest of my day wanting to know what actually went on and the details. At the end of the day my dad was there to pick me up. I thought this was kind of odd because he usually doesn’t get out of work until 6:00. I got in the car and asked “ what are you doing here” he got out of work early because of everything that happened that day. I still didn’t know the whole story but on my way back from school when you go over this one hill you can see the twin towers, that day when I went over that hill all I saw was big thick black smoke coming from the ground where the twin towers usually stand. When I got home I found out what happened and couldn’t keep my eyes off the news for the rest of the night.
Comments