It was about 7:30am and I was getting ready for school. My relatives from New York were all sitting around eating breakfast. My dad was watching the news when it showed what had happened all my relatives ran to the TV and started to cry. My uncle was crying the most because he knew somebody that was in the building. So I had to go to school leaving my crying family behind. At school it was the saddest thing ever when the teachers couldn’t even talk beacause they were so upset. so at about 4:30 that afternoon I came home and it was very quiet.
Then because of the incedent on 9/11 my family couldn’t go home. They didn’t even want to go home because they were scared and didn’t wan’t to miss anything else that would happen.
So that was probably the saddest week of my life