Narrative Essay On 9/11

The day started out ordinary like every other day. I was going to see my friends and family for the first time since my new job. I packed my bags the night before and fell fast asleep dreaming of the next day ahead. When I woke up, I realized I was running late. I grabbed everything I could and ran quickly to catch a cab. Once in the cab, I saw what a pretty day it was. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. I got to the airport right in time to get my ticket and head to my flight. Once on the flight, I sat down and thought what I would do when I saw my family. Would we go walk around San Francisco? Would we go on some crazy trip, like skydiving? While I thought of what I was going to do, I realized that we were flying over the same things. Then

“Yes mom why whats wrong?” “There has been a terrorist attack on the twin towers.” My mouth dropped open. Many questions were going through my head . Is my plane hijacked? Is that why we were flying a differe Thnt way? I turned to tell the women sitting next to me. When I did, I noticed that four men put on red bandanna's . I sat there I shock thinking that this was another terrorist attack. “Oh my gosh!” my mother screamed. “ Another plane crashed into the buildings.” I started to get very scared. A lot of people started to scream, and I noticed that the people were killing and threatening us. “Mom I have to go. I love you. I'll call you in a second.” “Okay honey. I love you.” I felt bad for hanging up the phone on my mom. What if its the last time I talk to her? Just as I thought of that, the women next to me screamed. I looked over and noticed that she had been killed and standing next to her was a man in a red bandanna. I looked right into his eyes trying to say “don't kill me!” then he ran off into the cockpit. Everyone started to call their families and friends and I called my mother

“ Is everyone ready?” they all shook their head. I jerked the plane door open and jumped with my blanket parachute. I turned to see if anyone was behind me but I saw that the plane was going down at a very high speed. When I turned back around I saw that I was falling really fast and I needed to position my “parachute”. When I got it positioned I heard a loud crash. I started to cry, I didn't want to turn around to see the smoke and the fire off in the distance. I realized how close I was to the ground I needed to land. I did everything I needed to then, BAM. I hit the ground very hard and it knocked me out. I woke to a women yelling and a ambulance to the side then everything went black. When I woke up it wasn't September it was the end of October. I was in a comma for a very long time. I was in a hospital bed with a broken leg, arm, wrist, ribs, and one ankle. I had stitches too. I looked around and saw that I was with my family. They all started to cry which made me cry. “ You made. Your still alive.” my mother