I was on my way to school at 9:15am. I was listening to a cd, so of course I had no clue what was going on. I arrived to class and over heard this girl talking to the teacher about some plane that crashed into the WTC. It still didn’t click in my head that anything bad was going on. Then a few more kids came in and started to talk about it too. Then I started to think about my two really good friends that have worked in the WTC and that if they were working. I couldn’t wait to get home, to find out if they were alright. Class was finally over and on my way home I turned on the radio and heard the news. I looked around at other people driving and wonder what was going through there minds.

I got home and ran up my stairs to call my friends. No one answered and I tried a bunch of times. I started to get upset, then the phone rang and it was my boyfriend, he is a firefighter and said that they might need him to go up to NY. That was all I needed to hear. I told him whatever needed to be done, well do it and told him I loved him. I got off the phone and called my friends again, finally my friend Jason picked up and said that he was okay and that Newby was out looking for people. I was relieved to have talked to Jay. I hung up with him and began to watch the tragedy on TV. I began to cry and wished it was all a bad dream and that the whole world would wake up and everything would be okay. I couldn’t watch any more so I turned off the TV and cried my self to sleep…