DESTROYED

Scene One

I had just arrived to Pace High School just in time, I was about to be late. It was the second week of school, I didn't need to be late. I was almost always late everywhere I went. I had a hard time keeping track of time, and it didn't help that I hated waking up early. I preferred sleeping in late over anything else. Didn't everybody?

I raced up to homeroom and as soon as I walked in the bell went off and I felt so relieved I made it on time. My mom would have been so mad if I did get a late because it was only the second week of school. She was one of those moms that wanted her child to be successful. She always said " Being successful starts with being on time, especially to school. Hate to break it to you bud." I never really believed her and I still don't. I just think she said that because she was tired of me always being late, or she was embarrassed of me living so close to the school and always being late.

I sat at my desk, and started looking for my math homework, I had math class first and second period. I did my homework, but just couldn't find it.

" Miles" I heard Mr. Smith say. He was my homeroom and math teacher. He was so extremely nice, and he was my favorite teacher. Probably the only teacher ever that actually made learning fun.

"Here" I responded and then kept searching. I found my homework mixed in with my language stuff. I guess I must've put it there when I was putting my notebooks in my backpack. I was in a rush in the morning and just shoved everything in my backpack, probably not the best idea.

I liked where I sat for math, my desk was next to the window, and I loved staring out of it being able to see the skyline of New York. I always stared out of the window when I was bored of doing math. I never really got math, and I wasn't any good at it.

I was staring out the window when I saw the most horrifying thing ever happen. A plane had crashed into the North Tower, and I had watched the entire thing happen.

I saw the plane going toward the towers aiming to hit them. I blinked thinking that it was my imagination. I was very creative, so I thought my imagination took over. As soon as I saw the plane hit the tower I screamed " Mom! Mom! Mom!" I knew it wasn't fake. It just looked like something so unreal, you wouldn't expect anything like this to happen in America.