It happened when I was driving on my way to my sister Teri's house for her 30th birthday gathering. It was September 11th, 2001, 8:30 am, when I woke up to one of the saddest days of my life.
My cat Molly woke me up by stroking her soft fur against my face. I got out of my queen sized bed and twisted myself, placing my bare feet on the hardwood floor. My reflexes reacted quickly. My feet flew off the ground, reacting to the cold. I tried again, slowly placing my feet on the ice aged flooring. 'Stupid me,' I thought. 'I forgot to turn of the AC!' I stood up, adjusting to the cold temperature. I stared at my clock again. It was ten minutes after I was supposed to wake up. Then I asked myself why the heck my alarm didn't go off, and I answered my own question. Late party, late departure... No alarm. Since today was supposed to be a work day, I took the day off to be with my sister, resulting in double the work. I reached into my fridge and took out a plate of pancakes which I started to eat yesterday. I needed to hurry because I knew that it took about ten minutes to get to Teri's house, and I agreed to help her with party set up but I was running late. Finishing the pancakes and placing the empty plate into the sink, I walked into my bathroom and pulled my curly brown hair into a familiar bun. Then, I brushed my teeth. Afterwards, I grabbed my purple cheetah printed purse and raced out the door. It was exactly 8:45am when I opened my car door and hopped in.
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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...
