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2002-08-21

It was early morning. It started out the same as always. My friend Heather and I had a sleep over at my house. Her mom went out of town and she planned to stay until Wednesday. Well, we woke up and got dressed for school. We did everything normal. We got on the bus. We ate breakfast at school. Then sat down and waited for the first bell to ring. It was happening right then, but we wouldn't know until about 9:00am. We are in the same time zone as New York so it was about 9:00am eastern time. We were all in 3rd period cutting up and having out fun, I was talking to my friends and some boys in my English class. Right when the bell rang we hurried out of the room because it was out bathroom break. People in the girls bathroom for 3rd period reading we like in tears. They were all shaking and crying really hard. We all were just freaked out with this. The Mexicans were crying. The African Amercian kids were crying. Whites, Oranges, Black, Mixes. They were all holding each other. We were very scared! The 3rd period reading class had gone to the library that day. Mrs. Jeffers, the librarian, kept the televison on to listen to the news when she was checking out books. Two boys were watching the televison instead of reading like they were suppost to do. They started yelling for the teacher and Mrs.Jeffers to get over there quickly. At first the boys thought it was a movie, but when they saw the reporters down on ground zero getting hit by smoke from the hit buildings they knew it was no acting. Everyone gathered around the televison set. It was so weird. Most of us had no clue what twin towers were until that day. We all thought it was something stupid. Like an airplane made a mistake and crashed into a building. We weren't really afraid till about the end of the day. When finally the teachers were brave enough to tell us what the heck had happened. You have never heard so many rumors. People were saying that a fifth plane was still flying around and was going to try to hit at different places. Of course, every state was saying they were next because something good about their state that the terrorist would want to distory. Well, in Georgia it was about Atlanta. Atlanta has one of the largest airports in America and people were thinking that plane was coming from Atlanta and was going to crash around the boarders of Georgia or in Atlanta or go down south to the oceans. It wasn't true. All the planes had already crashed and no one else was in one because no airplane was aloud to fly by that time in the day. There was a huge rumor that they had crashed into the White House and it was completely distroyed. When I came home with Heather that night I was afraid, but I was hiding it. We both numbed ourselves out and finsished our homework and then played Mario on the old nintendo. My sister-in-law had told us the ins and outs of what had happened because she was at home all day. What I thought was weird was it was raining and sad looking by the time we got home. I think God was crying from all the hate and was exreamlly sad that he had to take so many lives. As much as I hate wanting to die, I kinda wished that could have had peaceful death that night and not have to go through the pain of the next days and the following weeks. I couldn't sleep all night. Neither Heather. We both slept in my mother's bed. It was so quiet the next morning all though ever sound we heard made us jump. Every morning we were used to the sound of an airplane from the base in Savannah and now all we heard was a man using a tractor to plant his crops. I think we should have been allowed to stay home because it was way too scary to go back to school since the attack had been made at a school. It got better after that. A little better each day. It was an awful day, but I believe it was a wake up call. To show us there is evil in this world and we have to fight the evil.