It was kinda funny. One Sept. 11, it seemed like a normal day. After a rousing game of volleyball in gym, I changed classes and walked into English. There on the tv was the news channel, with a burning building. At first, I just disregarded it as another news story. After the bell rang, our teacher asked for our attention. He said that a plane had been hijacked and crashed into the World Trade Center. At that point, I had limited knowlage of the WTC. By the time we changed classes again, and I walked into the band room, the second tower had been hit. I had to stay strong for my friend who has an uncle who’s a pilot for American Airlines. TC had no clue whether or not he was flying either of those two planes. He also has an aunt who works 2 blocks from the WTC. In the end, all of my classes watched and prayed for all those effected by the attacks. It turned out that both TC’s aunt and uncles weren’t harmed, but just shaken by the events.