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story6360.xml

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2002-09-12

I started my day just as I had always. I went to my first hour and then to my second. I went to my third hour, and the TV was on, and my teacher, Mr. Barry, told me that the WTC were hit by air planes. I sat down in my seat and watched in horror. I thought that the world was going to be over as I knew it just then. I was pretty much in shock. Numb, even. We sat and talked about what happened, and watched the TV. I decided that I didn't feel safe in school, so I called my mother and had her pick me up. As I walked through the halls, there was a dead silence. I have never been to my school in the middle of the day while everyone was there and it was so quiet. By then, obviously, evreyone had sadly heard the news. All you heard was either a phone ring, or the echo of the same station on every TV in the school. While I was waiting for my mother, a man picked up his daughter because he was afraid that something would happen due to her ethnicity. My school is extreamly diverse. It was sad to think that a parent had to fear that. When my mom came and picked me up, we went up to our familys resturant and I was shocked to see it so full, and so quiet. Everyone was just sitting there watching. They couldn't even eat, just sit and cry. Then I went to get something for my mom, and I was surprised as to how empty the streets were. I don't even think that I slept that night. I could hear the military jets and planes going over my house. And I think I heard them flying every night for a few months. I was so scared that something was going to happen while I was sleeping. I had nightmares, that were almost so real I could feel the dear of the other people around me in my dream. The one that sticks out the most would be whn I was in an airplane, and the hijackers had moved us all to the back of the plane, and they made all the parents give their kids to them, and they killed them, while their helpless parents watched. And then we were flying towards the ground. And I felt the plane hit and I felt this feeling that I had just died. The dream was to realistic for me. My mom and dad and I decided to help those who lost their lives and of those of the dead by collecting money and sending it in. Then, we put 3 American Flags outside out resturand and at least 10 inside. This whole week we have put "United we will always stand" on our specials board. I just wish I could have helped out more.