Narrative Essay On 9/11

It was the morning of September 11, 2001 in New Jersey. I got up brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, and throw on some clothes. As I walk out the door I grab my bags, kiss my sleeping husband and my kids, and out the door I go. I walk outside smelling the nice fresh air and tell myself “today is going to be a day to remember.” I jump in the car and off I go to the airport happier then ever. As I get to the airport I call my husband and tell him that I love him and the kids and that I'll call them when I get off the plane. After I hang up the phone I rush in to the airport ready to go. I'm a little bit earlier then I should be but I give the woman at the font deck my ticket and she said “welcome Mrs. Elizabeth Wainio. You will be on

I call my husband and tell im what has happened, I'm ok, and that I love him and the kids. As I hang up the phone I hear two women screamng for their lives. I turn around to see what is happening. I see three men with red bandanas on with knifes in their hands, cutting peoples troats. I dont know what to do so I sit in my chair trying to stay calm, and think of a plan. I close my eyes and try to think its just a dream but its not this id really happening. When I open my eyes I look around and all the people around me and dead. I think to myself and say “this isnt what I meant when I said I wanted it to the a day to

I grad my phone and call my husband. “the hijakeres have killed over half the people on the plane. They have knifes and possably a gun and a bomb. Everyone is going crazy . I am perfectly fine but I don’t know what to do” I said while the phone was breaking up. “You need to get them but don’t let them know it.” Fight, don’t let them win. Beep beep beep the phone goes out of connection and hangs up the phone. I throw my phone down and get with the other people that are still living and try to come up with an idea to hurt terrorist. We have decided we’re going to roll the food cart out through the hallway and hit the door. As we are running with the cart the plan starts rocking back and forth trying to throw us off balance but we aren’t letting them stop us. We run and hit the door and you can see the little dents in the door. We are making progress. We back up and try to run and hit the door again. As the plane is rocking and we are running. I hear four men screaming. It sounds like the