Friday, November 17th. 7:00am:
I woke up to this usual sound of my alarm, groaning, wanting to stay in bed forever. I eventually pulled my self out of bed and headed to my bathroom. My hair was a big frizz and my eyes were all crusty. I had only gotten a couple hours of sleep last night since I was up editing my blog. I hopped in the shower and washed my hair and body. Then I just blow dried my hair and left it natural. After brushing my teeth and washing my face I put on some makeup. Then I changed into some dark grey ripped jeans, a plain white v-neck and a red beanie. I grabbed my lunch and a morning bar and laced up my high tops. Then I hopped in my car and headed over to Stacey's house. We drove to school blasting our favorite song 'firework by Katy Perry'. Once we arrived we headed our separate ways to our first three classes. I was heading to algebra, science and global studies. After my three long and tiring classes I headed to lunch to eat with my group of friends which included Stacey of course. We sat and talked about our senior year coming up soon and our winter plans. The ring of our usual bell cut off Alison who was telling us about her going to Paris! I headed to my literature class and plopped down next to my window seat. The teacher blabbed on and on and something, I wasn't paying attention, I was staring out the window looking at an unusual amount of planes in the air. They were a lot different than usual planes. I was just remembering I had Spanish assignment due today and started to pull out my agenda until a sharp non-stop alarm started ringing, an announcement came over the speaker in the voice of Mr.Walce our principal in a yelling and very scared tone. "THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THIS IS NOT A DRILL. GET UNDER YOUR DESKS, LOCK AND COVER ALL DOORS AND WINDOWS . I REPEATED THIS IS NOT A DRILL." Right after he finished his last words we heard big gun shots followed by screams. Everyone got under and called there family members. I grabbed my white iPhone and called my Dad, no answer. My Mom, no answer. I started to panic. I then called my grandparents house who seemed to always answer. I really started to panic when the voicemail box had beeped. Tears started to swell up In my eyes as I swallowed the hard lump in my throat. I dialed my brothers number, relieved when I heard his voice. I couldn't hear a thing just screams and crying from fellow classmates. I hung up and texted him instead:
To: Joe
Where are you? Why isn't mom and dad answering? Are they okay? Are you okay?...What is this?
From Hannah
-----------------------------------------To Hannah:
I am in room 207, mom and dad have other stuff to be worrying about. They are fine. Along with me. This...this is...the war from Iraq...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Those last words played over and over in my head. I learned a lot about the war but I never knew I would be stuck in it. That's when I choked, I just cried and cried and hugged myself tight. Hoping I was just dreaming. I wasn't. I just closed my eyes. Wishing it to all end.
