I had the TV turned on after school while messages from my dad came. "Are you there?" Hello? Are you there? I will try to come home as soon as I find the stairs" You could hear other people yelling and glass breaking in the back round. I was confused all of a sudden. There were sirens screaming loud everywhere. I stared at the TV for a moment. There were two buildings on the news. One building was caught on fire while the other one seems fine. "BOOM!" The ground shook a little while a plane on TV came across the other building and started burning.
"Are you there? I thought you would be home right now. Please answer the phone. Are you there? Hello?” I wanted to answer the phone, but I couldn't. Suddenly, I slowly understood what was happening. It can't be. Why? Why was this happening to me? Why now? I started to cry.
I couldn't help it. All I did was cry and hear messages from my dad. "Hello? If you're there, please pick up the phone. I just wanted to say I love you more than anything in the wor--" It got disconnected. I started to cry even harder. On the exact moment, I stared at the TV. Both buildings were burning down. It was the day to remember, but for me I wanted to forget every single detail. That day was September 11.All Rights Reserved