Tuesday, September 11th 2001 started off as any day would. Get up, brush my teeth, eat breakfast, same old, same old. Or I thought. About 7:45 that morning I was hustling to get to the bust stop to play football with my friends when my mom yelled from upstairs, “Erick, something just happened come here.” I walked upstairs to see what was going on. I saw a picture that kind of scared me but it didn’t worry me. “Was it an accident,”I asked my mom. “They don’t know anything.” I got to school and hustled to first hour. When I got there my teacher was pale. She looked horrified. We couldn’t pay attention to our studies so we turned on the TV and just watched. I was shaking so hard the person in front of me asked me to take my foot off her desk. Another teacher walked in and whispered something. “Oh my God!” the teacher yelled. “They just hit the Pentagon.” After that class there was an eerie scilence in the halls. The quitest I’ve ever heard. I’ll never forget it.