911
September 11, 2001
By Megan Myer
September 30, 2003
English 4th Period
A loud roar echoed through the air. A plane flew low, too low. It flew straight
towards one of the Twin Towers. Maybe it would turn to the side, out of the way,
and miss it?
It didn't.
It hit the side of the tower. Smoke and fire poured through the opening caused
from the crash. Everyone stopped what they were doing, to gaze at the shock and
horror of what just happened. Sirens screamed through the air, breaking the
hypnotic scene that held everyone's gaze, returning them to a grim reality.
Soon, another plane hit the undamaged tower. By then, the smell of smoke filled
the nostrils of many, and fear was swept through the hearts of all.
It seemed as if time itself slowed. Screams were heard, but were faint. All
everyone can see is the terrifying scene. To avoid a fiery death, people were
throwing themselves out the windows of the towers.
The smell of sweat and smoke was strong through the air. Millions of thoughts
flooded the minds of the people, frozen in terror, or doing what they can to help
others in need of aid. The taste of fear was in all.
The ground then began to shake. The first tower started to fall. It didn't fall to
the side, but straight down. A level clasped. The one beneath it was next. Quicker
and quicker the levels crumbled, the tower fell.
An avalanche of smoke, ash, and debris charged through the streets of New
York. All went black. Pieces of rock and other debris would hit and bite at the
flesh of one in the cloud. Breathing would become the greatest challenge of
survival, as your...
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