As I awoke in september in 2001 I rolled out of bed for another day of high school. I took a shower got dressed without know anything in the world was different I ate my breakfast with a smile on my face talking with my mother. I grabbed the morning news paper and saw that the date was September 11th. "Hey mom, its 9/11, I hope something dosen't go horribly wrong today." I said with a smile on my face as I gave my mother a hug and went out the door. I remember that I noticed that the light was just flowing over the mountains and running through the trees filling the Salt Lake valley. As I made it to the top of my street a few of my friends were talking in rushed tones about something that they had seen/heard on the news. "Did you hear about what has happened in New York?" My friend Ben asked me. I shook my head. "No, what has happened?!" As we jumped on the school bus my friend filled me in with the horror that had occurred on the east coast. "I think it was just a small two seated airplane, but still they hit a building in New York."
I jumped off the bus and made it into the school where everyone was all talking about what I had heard on the bus ride. In the lunch room there were three televisions that had been recently added, all three we showing the horrific sight of, not just a smaller airplane but a larger commercial grade airliner slamming into one of the World Trade Center buildings. I stood there. I could not move. My eyes were transfixed on the T.V. "This cannot be real." I thought to myself watching as the first WTC building was not on fire. The reply of the plane entering the building just didn't look real to me in the moment. I stood there a to my horror people were fleeing the buildings but from windows. "This cannot be real." I pulled my body away from the news to go to my locker. Everyone I passed in the hallway was either talking about what was happening or calling there parents. As I ran up the stairs to the second level I passed the computer lab turning my head just in time to see the second airplane slam into the second World Trade Center building. Without knowing I was in a seat watching this attack on America. No classes were held that day like normal. All the sets were turned on, everyone watching, no one saying anything. Every once in awhile I would hear a silent sob or a whimper from a student or a teacher as we watched this unfold in front of our eyes.
"Did you hear that the Pentagon was hit?!?!" I heard a boy say as I walked into the lunch room. I heard that there was another place that crashed, but I don't think that its related with the hijackers with the airplanes." Another boy said. The rest of the day I didn't attend any of my classes, but sat and thought about what was going on. "Hijackers, terrorist, extremist.." I thought that I never had ever heard there's phrases before and I bet it would not be the last time either.
As everyone loaded on the busses home everyone was still talking, sad/mad of what had really happened in the last 8 hours. As I walked into my house I turned on the television and sat and learned that there were four airplanes that were hijacked, three hit there mark and the fourth was crashed into a field. I sat there for three hours without knowing that the time had elapsed that my mother walked in noticed that her demeanor was not sad, but happy. There was no way that she was not aware of the events that have happened today. "Hi... how are you?" She asked me slowly stopping mid walk as she could tell there was something wrong. "Are you OK?" She asked as she stood there. "Do you not know what is going on today?" I said slowly. "No... what is going on...?"
I stood up and without saying anything I gave her a hug and then said "Nothing will be the same, ever again"..
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