I was sitting in my second period history class talking with my best friend Jayce when my English teacher came in and turned on the moniter. All over the screen I saw the smoke, heard the screams, and felt the horror of the victims in New York. Jayce turned to me and said,”Are those the Twin Towers?” Thats when i realized that it was. Someone had bombed the Twin Towers, the Pentagon and the WTC. I didnt really know how bad it was. I was only 12 after all. The next few days I saw everyone in great pain and I felt bad because I didnt feel anything. I talked to my mom about it and asked what was so important about the buildings. She told me it wasn’t the buildings, it was the massacre that these terrorists made for us. They destroyed our country and took our loved ones from us. They killed over 6000 people. By the time she finished the conversation I was crying my eyes out. 5 months later the smoke was still in the air, there were still screams, and people were still crying. So was I. This tragedy will never end, it will never stop, and no one will ever forget it. My aunt died in the WTC. When she left home that morning, her and her son, my cousin, got in a fight. He didn’t get to say goodbye, or tell her that he loved her. He lost his mother that day, and when she left him, they were mad at each other. He will never get to apologize, or kiss her again or love her anymore. So never leave someone angry, because you never know if you are gonna see them again. God Bless the USA!
Proud to be an American,