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2004-09-11

I remember that day like the back of my hand. I remember getting ready in the morning to go to school, admiring the new outfit I just got and then I headed out the door. I went to the bus stop and me and my friend Stephanie were chatting the whole way to school. When I got to school it was around 8:30, our teacher hadn't come in yet. We waited for like a half-hour. Most of the kids were happy she wasn't coming in, but I felt like there was something wrong. I suggested to my friend Liz that we should go to the office and ask where our teacher was. We did, and when we got in there the new-installed tv's in the office were showing a plane crashing into a very tall building. I was just like, Ok, anyway, I asked the secretary where my teacher was and she had this look in her eyes that something was terribly wrong. I started getting scared. She said that Mrs. Tolstyka was in a meeting with the other teachers. We said ok, and then we both went back to our classmate. We got back there and seen Mrs. Tolstyka teary-eyed and shocked. Everyone was saying "whats wrong, whats wrong?!" and she said that since we were 'immature' 5th graders we shouldn't know. So, I just sat down at my desk and continued that school day wondering why everyone was freaked out. We went home early at 2:00 (we usually get out at 3:15), and we got a note sent home that some kind of thing happened. I don't remember what it said. My friend Stephanie who was a grade younger than me says, "What is this?" and I just told her it was a bomb threat somewhere. and she said "ok." When I got home I went into the laundry room where my mom was, she told me what happened and I never even knew what the twin towers were, I asked her where they were, why did this happen, and so many questions I needed answering. I didn't fully understand, but that was fine with me. I cried at the thought my brother was visiting New York City that week, LUCKILY, my brother and his girlfriend came back from New York on September 11, they left at 7:30 in the morning PASSING the WTC and going onto the Express way back home. He said that on September 9, they took a tour of the WTC and they said it was a wonderful place. I had chills up and down my spine at the thought that my brother was standing on what is now nothing. My mom's birthday is September 11, and that day no one, not even my dad remembered her birthday. So many innocent lives died that day and in memory of it I'm writing a story on 9/11, most of it is fiction, I go back in time and stop everyone going to work or going near the WTC and the pentagon. I remember 9/11.