September 11, 2001.
I woke up to an uneasy feeling in my stomach. Oh no. I sat up to a dizzy feeling in my head. I already knew that I wouldn't get to do anything today. That meant that I would have to call the airlines reporting of a sick stomach and a close to passing out feeling. Great. Just what I needed. And on top of that, someone would be forced to fill in for me on the spot. I immediately called the airline. A deep voice picked up. It was Mr. Pillsbury. "Hello? You have reached Washington Dulles International Airport!" "Mr. Pillsbury, it's Edward. I need to call in sick today." "Alright Norton, but make sure you get better soon... You hear?!" "That was what I was planning on doing anyways!" I answered. Then, I hung up. I got out of bed just as the clock struck 8:48. I walked slowly to my kitchen to make myself a cup of coffee. I placed a cup in the bottom of the coffee machine and the drizzle of the coffee rang down into the cup. I lifted the cup to my mouth and blew on it so I wouldn't burn myself, and then sipped it. And sat down. 'Please get better soon!' I thought to myself. The dizziness returned but it was worse. I decided to close my eyes so I wouldn't have to look at anything. I hit the hay in less than one minute.
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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...
