I twisted my bronze key as it fit into the lock. Now I just needed to clean up and go to Gerald's house. I stepped into my home. Rufus, my Labrador retriever greeted me. I started my cleaning hour with washing the dishes, cleaning part of my muddled room, and then organizing and dusting the bookshelf in the living room. Now, all I had to to do, was go to Gerald's house.
A Welcome sign greeted me. DING DONG! "Even! Hello! Come on in!" Gerald. "Happy house warming party dude. Congratulations!" I said. Many joyful faces appeared through the door way. "Thanks!" He said back. I carried my pie into the kitchen, where assortments of cookies, brownies, and fruit were on the counter. Yum. "I just wanted to thank everyone for coming to my party, it means a lot to me." Gerald exclaimed. Chatter began again.
The next three hours were filled with non stop laughter, chatter, and eating. Finally, at five o'clock, I decided to go home. A very productive day meant that I would be tired very soon. And I was. I hit the hay almost instantly, curious what September 11th would bring me tomorrow.
I woke up to the "beep beep" of my alarm clock. 7:50 am is what it read. It was time to get up. I fixed myself sunny side up eggs with bacon and strawberries on the side. Today was going to be great.
8:05 am. Doing the laundry.
8:30 am. Organizing again.
8:45 am. Watching TV.
8:49 am. The call from James.
"Hello? James, hi! Have you landed?"
"Dad, something has happened and I need to talk fast."
"What is it? What's wrong?"
"The plane has been hijacked. Dad, I don't think I am going to make it out alive."
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The eyes of 9/11/01
Historical FictionSeptember 11, 2001. One of the most sorrowful days for the U. S. A. This gripping book is about several fictional characters that experienced this horrible day. 'Then, there was a crash, and the north tower collapsed.' "'What in the name of God has...
