i was in english class and one student came in late nervously shaking and letting everyone know that there was a plane that went in the towers and another in pentagon and another in pa. i stopped breathing everything stopped around me for a few seconds. we all ran down stairs and saw on a big screen tragedy in front of our eyes. i ran outside and everyone was in shock and confusion. cell phones werent working right and i was on the end of long island. then i realized my father and brother were blocks away from the towers. i didnt hear from them after 9 long hours. 9 long hours of hell. they finally came home in a mess and just the shock and tiredness in there faces. i live 9 11 everyday after that. every single day.