September 11th, 2001

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
The day started normal. A new school, a new job, going to work, nothig new. Until IT happens.

Submitted: September 27, 2012

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Submitted: September 27, 2012

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9/11

Izzy S.B.

Kaitlin

  “Bye daddy!” I yell at the taxi pulling away. My dad is going to his new job in the World Trade Center. He just got promoted from his old job. We moved here to New York about a week ago. We’ve unpacked and I’m going to school today. My mom walks with me to the bus stop and then has to leave. She has a job in the same building as my dad but in the North Tower. My dad works in the South Tower.

George

  I walk in through the large glass doors, into the Marriott World Trade Center. I have possibly the worst job on the planet.  However, I have it in one of the best places in the world, or at least in the city.  I have a job as a bellhop.  Pushing other people’s luggage. Room service. Hooray.

Jasmine

 “Who is responsible for this catastrophe!?” my boss yells across the room. He’s got a piece of paper balled up in his fist. I recognize that orange glitter pen. I’m responsible for it. How could I forget that my boss hates the color orange so much that he will fire anyone who even wears it?! That report was for his boss. I. Am. So. Fired.

Kaitlin

  I walk into school and look around. The school seems pretty good to me. I walk into the office and hand the papers to one of the office ladies. “Nice to meet you, Kaitlin. You’re classroom is in the right hall, room 12.” “Thanks.”

George

  So heavy! I push a cart filled with food down the hall. Room 42.  I find the door and knock on it. A large man wearing a Hawaiian shirt and slippers answers. “Come in,” he says. I push the cart into his room. It is a pigsty in there! The bed is unmade, there are stains on the carpet that I’m positive were not there before he came, and the room smells strongly of smelly socks and rotten fish. He picks up a Twinkie from the cart and runs it under his nose, taking an overdramatic sniff.

Jasmine

  “You’re fired!! I never want you in this building again!” He yells at me. This stinks. This is one of the only jobs that I’ve ever liked! I am a main translator. I speak French, Dutch, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, and English fluently. I helped people coming here to arrange flight, book hotels, and so on.

Kaitlin

  “Hi! My name is Delilah! What’s yours?” piped the small girl who was sitting next to me. “I’m Kaitlin.” I replied. “Nice to meet you!” she said a little too loudly. She seemed really nice but a little too hyper. But I liked her.

George

“Welcome to the Marriott Hotel.  How may I help you?”  I ask a woman carrying quite a few bags.  “I’m looking for the-“she stops.  I hear a rumble.  The fire alarm comes on and sprinkles us with water.

Jasmine

  I’m packing up my office.  The nameplate on my desk.  Throw away.  Russian to English dictionary (I’m still learning).  Keep.  I am just putting it in the box when the ground under me shakes hard.  I fall to the ground.  I hear screams.  The fire alarm.  Smoke. 

Kaitlin

  We are learning about bar graphs when the loudspeaker blares.  The principal says,” Attention all teachers and students, please turn on your TVs to channel 6.” My teacher walks over and turns it on to the News. “The Twin Towers have just been hit by a Boeing 767,” says the news anchor. The Twin Towers.  My parents. I don’t know if he says more because I black out.

George

  The woman is trembling under a table.  I am too busy ushering people out of the building to tell her to get out.  She must think that it’s an earthquake.  No, it can’t be an earthquake.  That was some kind of crash.

Jasmine

  I rush down the hall to the stairs.  Taking the elevator would be too risky, but some people don’t seem to care. Some white dust falls from the roof and covers my head.  It won’t be dust for long.  A couple of people are talking on the phone, telling their loved ones that they are making their way out of the building and that everything is okay. I have to get out of here.

Kaitlin

  I wake up in the office.  I have a terrible headache and there is an ice pack on the back of my head. I must have hit it.  My dad is here.  “Dad!”  I exclaim.  I want to run over to him, but my head pounds when I try to sit up. “Where’s Mom?”  I ask.  “Don’t worry,” he assures me, “She is at the hospital. She inhaled some dust but they told me that she’ll be alright.” I am so happy that she is alright.

George

  20 minutes later, I’m searching some rooms for more people. CRASH! This is no accident; Something else has crashed into the Twin Towers, this time in the South Tower. I hear chunks of debris fall of the burning building, hitting nearby buildings.

2 hours later…

Jasmine

  The North Tower just collapsed. The very building that I had been in an hour before.  I want to forget this horrible day. Forget the screams.  The dust flying everywhere.  This is the worst day ever. My boss and many of my co-workers are dead. They took the elevator.

Kaitlin

  We are at home, but we haven’t left each other’s side.  We tried to visit my mom in the hospital, but they were so full of people, relatives, siblings, parents, patients, that we just went back home. I want to see her. She should be out of the hospital in a week.

George

  Half the hotel is crushed. I watched it. I’ll never forget it. Anyone who was in there is surely dead. I didn’t see the lady who was under the table anywhere amongst the other survivors. I hope she’s alright. I see bruised and battered people everywhere. Everyone is covered in white dust. It’s creepy, seeing all the white people walking around like ghosts of the dead.

Jasmine

  Maybe I’ll eventually get over all of this. I hope I do.

Kaitlin

  I hope I don’t have nightmares tonight. But it’s really likely.

George

  I never saved that woman. I take one long last look at the rubble and walk away, never to return.

The End


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