Everything started spinning, my ears were ringing and I couldn't hear anything. There was so much commotion going on and I sat there in shock. I couldn't believe that a plane had crashed into the tower where my mom worked. I was praying that my mom was okay. I didn't want to lose her like this. She was one of the only people ever that got me, I couldn't lose her, not right now. After I had some time to process my thoughts I went up to Mr. Smith and asked him "Can I go make a phone call to my parents out in the hallway?" I said trying to hold back tears, but it was too late, I started bawling.
He responded "Yes, go make sure everything is okay."
I grabbed my phone off my desk ran into the hallway. I felt unsteady as the phone turned on and I leaned up against the wall because I felt like I was going to pass out. I dialed my mom's phone number, hoping she would pick up and answer. I wanted to hear her soothing voice tell me everything was okay, and that everything was fine. I wanted to hit the call button, but something inside of me was scared to. What if there was no answer? I hit the call button the phone kept ringing and ringing and then went to voicemail. I heard my mom's voice and I started crying harder. " This is Alexis I'm sorry I'm not able to reach you at the time. I will get back to you as soon as I receive this message." I tried again and again, there was still no answer.
I slid down the wall and curled myself up on the floor wondering is mom okay? Does dad know?
I attempted calling my dad, but it wouldn't go through. I guess to many people were calling at the same time, and the calls couldn't go through. All I could do was sit and wonder about my mom and what would happen.
I had to try I called my dad again. I was able to get through, but his phone went to voicemail. He was at work, and he must've had his phone on silent, and maybe the same thing with my mom.
The door opened and Mr. Smith came outside. " Are you alright?"
I responded "My mom or dad hasn't picked up."
"Don't worry. Everything will be okay." he said. The way he said it sounded reassuring. "Why don't you wait out her collect yourself. Then, come inside and we can go from there." The only thing I could think about was what if everything isn't okay.
"Okay" I said after taking a deep breath. It seemed almost impossible to calm down, I didn't think I was ever going to be able to do it.
As I walked back into the classroom the tension was almost impossible to ignore. Everybody was shocked and didn't know what to do. The class was the quietest it had been all year. Even though we just started the school year we had all been together through elementary school and we were loud and always made jokes and laughed, but I knew from that moment it would be forever changed.
On the loudspeaker the principal announced "As some of you already know the twin towers have come down. We are asking everybody to stay calm and not panic. We understand that some of your parents will pick you up just remain in your classroom until your name is called. Thank you for your cooperation."
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Historical Fictiona short story of how a kid lost his mom on 9/11 and how he copes with everything. he has to go through life. *very sad