#169 | Thursday, September 27th 2001
I was sitting in my business computers class and someone knocked on the door. They weren't supposed to tell the students what had happened. At first, before anyone else in class knew anything was wrong at all, my friend erika & I heard the two teachers speaking in the hallway about no one being able to enter or leave NYC & something about the pentagon. We couldn't figure it all out though. I'm sorry we begged them to tell us. I would have rather not known.

After school, my friend Joe came to pick everyone up and we headed over to my house to see everything on television for the first time. the radio in the car was enough to keep the 8 of us piled into one vehicle silenced the entire ride.. and the images on my television were nothing short of heartbreaking.

Sylvia Vathis | 16 | New York

#163 | Tuesday, September 25th 2001
I was working in the front office of my Alabama highschool, when the goofy assistant from across the hall tapped on the glass window infront of me. He leaned over to the window and said "America is being destroyed," and I said, "Shut up, you joke too much." Glancing up, I noticed that he wasn't joking, and as he told me what had happened, my heart dropped.

Erin Britton | 16 | Alabama

#162 | Tuesday, September 25th 2001
I was on the bus on the way to school at 7:00 AM Pacific Daylight Time and overheard someone talk about it on the bus. I thought they were joking, and it was not until I walked into one of my teacher's classrooms did I hear the news from her. But she didn't have a radio in her room, and the Internet was down throughout the school that day. I only heard snippets of radio broadcasts throughout the day and that was it. Then when I got home, I saw the destruction for the first time. I didn't know that the World Trade Center was the Twin Towers until I saw.

It was so devastating. I used to live in New York when I was little.

Lancelote Leong | 16 | California

#131 | Saturday, September 22nd 2001
It was any other morning. I woke up, got ready, rushed to school. The only worry I had was being late for 1st period. During the middle of my 1st period class, Sociology, I began to feel sick to my stomach and by the beginning of French II, I was throwing up. My mother came to get me from school around 8:30 or so. She dropped me off at our house and proceeded to go back to work. I hopped on the internet and flipped on the television, to see a second plane had just crashed into the World Trade Center and set, eyes glued in terror, as I watched as another crashed into the Pentagon. It didn't matter that I felt completely nauseous, I couldn't begin to grasp all of these innocent people who had been killed on these hijacked planes or who were trapped in these buildings. One by one, I mentally ran through a list of friends and relatives in New York and Washington or anyone I could have possibly knew who could have been flying that day. I set in constant terror wondering what would be next and who could have done such a horrible thing. I've yet to understand why a group of people felt that they needed to take innocent lives ,as well as their own ,to prove their point or prove anything really. It's all so surreal.
Kara Robinette | 16 | West Virginia

#105 | Thursday, September 20th 2001
Being in Melbourne Australia, it was nearing 10:30pm on 11.9.01. I was lying in bed, and it occurred to me that I hadn't fed my cat. He was sobbing morosely outside my window.
I wandered out to the living room, where my parents were watching TV.
I saw a tall building burning. I sank onto the couch, despaired. I thought a plane had accidentally hit the building. Then I saw the second plane. Hit the second building.
I choked, and dropped the cat food. Curled up into a little ball on the sofa, crying. I was scared that such a thing could happen. I was worried for people I did not know and had never met. My heart was breaking for their families. I couldn't ever have imagined something so senseless, so shattering.
A plane hit the Pentagon.
The first tower fell. In the safety of my own home, a million miles away I heard the screams and the utter despair. It was happening inside of me.
I felt I had suffered an irreversible injury.
And the second tower fell. I screamed, and cried and sobbed, for I knew the world would never be the same again.
Do I sound incredibly sappy and flowery to you? I can't think of words to describe how I feel, only dissociated prose, please forgive me.
My parents forced me to my room, that I should sleep. Like I should ever sleep in this state, at this time.
I turned on my radio, to more stories of utter bleeding loss, to more heartbreak.
I should never be the same again.
So there you have it. I was at home, alone in my thoughts.
It could have been my father.
It could have been me.

Sare Page | 16 | Australia

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