9/11: A Short Story

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No one knew this day would be tragic? Did they? The day was September 11th, the year 2001. It started as just another normal day. I got up around 6:30 a.m. to get ready for work. I took a shower and got dressed as normal. Then I made the best breakfast I could find: slightly buttered toast. I shoved the toast in my mouth, buttoned up my suit, and headed out the door. My morning commute wasn’t long at all; 10 or 15 minutes of walking did me good. As I walked down the street, I looked around me, taking everything in. “Ah, New York. What a beautiful city,” I said. I took a deep and refreshing breath. I arrived to work at about 7:03 a.m. I worked in the north tower of the World Trade Center. I took the elevator to my floor and went straight …show more content…

My first priority: typing up a report of yesterday’s meeting. I should’ve done it yesterday, after the meeting, but I was way too busy. I had to run a few errands and then I had to have dinner with my mother. So I pulled up a blank word document and started typing. . . Nothing. I couldn’t think. I sat there for a long while, almost 45 minutes just thinking. What was yesterday’s meeting even about? Oh, I don’t even know, I thought to myself. I logged off of my computer. How about some coffee? I got up and went to the break room. The coffee pot was empty, which was kind of odd. Who didn’t want coffee this morning? I shrugged my shoulders and attempted to make a fresh pot of coffee. I finished with the coffee and poured myself a cup. I looked down at my watch. It was already 8:32 a.m. What was I doing? I had a meeting at 8:45 and I was doing nothing to prepare for it. I grabbed my coffee and hurried to my office area. I slurped down the scalding hot coffee as fast as I could. Then, I searched my desk for this meeting’s agenda paper. Where are they? I asked myself. Time was counting down and I just know my boss would have it if I was late. After 5 minutes of searching, I found them. I carefully stacked them in order, grabbed a pen and headed for the conference …show more content…

I asked myself. Did the pilot lose control or something? I looked at Cory again. He was on his phone, probably with the police, asking what was going on. They were telling him to remain calm and that’s when he lost it. “. . . Calm? Remain calm? There is a plane in the side of the building and you’re asking me to be calm? Uh-huh. Okay. Goodbye now.” He hung up. He looked at me, straight in the face, with a frantic look in his eyes. “I think we’re being attack Jane,” he said. And that’s when I got scared. .

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