I was in first hour. (here it was 7:42 when everything started.) So first hour comes and goes and I walk into my second hour class. My teachers are standing there looking at the tv. They were in shock. I asked my friend what was going on, and he said that planes just flew into the world trade centers.

My first reaction was “whats a trade center?” And after he told me, I looked at the tv, and they were showing a replay. I got this bad feeling in my stomach. The one that you know something is wrong, and it doesnt go away. It was withing those few minutes, that we found out that the pentagon had been hit and that the plane went down in penn.

The tv people were talking about the trade centers and then they went to a shot of DC. They said that there was smoke coming from the pentagon. Thats when we found out that it was hit. THe rest of my school hours just watched the tv. I remember walking in the halls and hearing an eerie silence.

After I got home, me and my friend went for a bike ride. Aroung 5:00 we got back, and the road was packed with cars. The gas prices were going to go up. The cars were just miles long. They had police directing traffic.

Next day I woke up, thinking that I had dreamed all of it, and on the table was a newspaper dated sept. 11, 2001. The title said in big black letters “TERRORIST ATTACKS RIP THROUGH U.S.” I am now holding that paper in my lap.