Everything was going great. My grades were up, I was finally popular, I had everything I wanted or should i say needed. That was all about to change. One summer day the one person that meant the world to me left me, in a airplane crash. This incident now none as 9/11 was the most devastating day of my life. It was the day I lost my family. I would have been with them but I was staying with a friend, and they were visiting my aunt and uncle in California. The only thing I remember was coming home on Sunday. Walking into my house to sit done and watch tv. I turned on tv and the news was on. I saw something i could not imagine. There it was all the report everything. My world came crashing done, the first thing I did was call my parents phone on our landline. Dreading everything someone finally answered. I did not recognize the voice. I asked who is this the voice said " my name is Sarah im a police officer there has been a accident. Can you tell me who you are trying to get a hold of. I said nothing, and then she said well just go to the closest family member thats around you and stay there.I hung up and walked out side and that is where i saw a dog. He followed me everywhere. He helped me through everything. I named him 9/11.
