Well, it seems the Nostradamus prediction was a fake... I read one version, then another, and another, and I started getting mad, because I thought it was real. So I did a little digging, and found the above page. It's better this way... I guess. I don't like the idea of us having a clue this was going to happen, and then having so many die. Chilling. I've seen things that were going to happen in my day, but for something of such mass destruction to the American People...

   I cry.

   The morning of the eleventh, I was sleeping. It was on the news, being watched by my step-mother, Peggy, as I dreamt of kissing a girl I'd never met, just because she asked me to. Then, before I could ask her why she had wanted me to kiss her, I heard someone knock on my door, I'd say the time being somewhere around ten-thirty, AM....

   "Thomas, you have a phone call."

   "Oh God, you wake me up at this hour", I mumbled to myself. "Who is it," I asked louder?

   No answer.

   Fuck it, I thought, and got up, butt naked, to grab the cordless contraption on my drawing/writing desk. Since it comes on automatically when I pick it up, I could hear them still talking on the other end. My father, who was on the other phone in the house, and my mother, who had called.

   I flopped back down into the bed and mumbled into the listening end, "I've got it."

   They continued talking, and I realized I had it upside down, flipped it over, and repeated myself. I guess this shows you how asleep I was.

   I heard my father say, "Okay" and then a click... my mother was crying.

   "What's going on," I asked, thinking it had to do with her mother, possibly having had passed away, or something of the sort.

   "We're going to War, Thomas," she sobbed. "There are planes all over the place and they have already hit the World Trade Towers and the Pentagon."

   I'll tell you now, she was misinformed by a lame-ass Uncle and my brother, Norris. Yet, I didn't know this at the time.

   "Are you serious?"

   "Yes, it's World War III, and I'm so afraid, with you being by the biggest port in America..."

   The fear I felt right then, will never compare to anything I have ever felt in my life. I felt my heart stop, literally. I felt my breathing become so harsh, that I lost what little vision I had, in my newly awakened eyes. -And if there be a God, damn him for what he did to me next.

   A loud clap of thunder shook the house and made my ears begin to ring. I felt the blood in my body slam down to my feet and my temperature hit freezing. I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer, to the God that never answers. I was going to die.

   Slowly, while my mother droned on about how scared she was, I come to realize that it was raining, and that thunder and lightning was involved. I understood what had just happened, and began to question her.

   "What are they using," I asked?

   "Airplanes..."

   "You've already said that! I meant to say, what kind of bombs are they using? Nuclear, Missile, Grenatic..."

   If it had been Nuclear, I would have not been where I am today; I would have been somewhere desolate, like Iowa, or Oregon, in a heart-beat. Missile, scary, yes, but not so dangerous. Grenatic, just small time Iranian stuff. Nothing to fear, unless in hand-to-hand battle. Instead, she totally threw me off.

   "They're using the planes, to crash into things..."

   Suicidal fuckers!

   "How many do they have?!"

   "Hundreds are in the sky..."

   Hundreds of suicidal fuckers!

   "What kind of planes?"

   "Ours. Our passenger planes. Delta, US Air... those kind."

   "With our people on them?"

   "Yes."

   Hundreds of suicidal and thoughtless fuckers! I'm getting the Hell out of town!

   "Okay," she suddenly said, "I need to go. Mother will be here in a few minutes, so I can go with her. I love you, Thomas. Very much."

   "I love you, too."

   "Call me at her house, later, okay?"

   "No, I need to call someone else, and make sure they're alright, then I need to do some stuff."

   "Okay, then I'll talk to you later, Sweetie... bye."

   "Bye."

   I quickly hung up, called Kristi, to make sure things were okay with her. We only talked a moment, so she never told me we weren't under attack by "hundreds of suicidal and thoughtless fuckers".

   After I hung up with her, I went into the living room. The first thing I saw on the television, was the whole of NYC engulfed in smoke and fire. I almost cried, and covered my mouth to keep from making an obscene sound, or word, in front of Peggy and my father.

   While I sat there, they informed me on the situation, and I realized, there were only four planes hijacked; and that all other aircraft, except Military Guardsman were ordered to land for reasons of national security.

   Now I am not saying that this was not a horrific thing that has occurred; but it was not near as bad as my morning wake-up call. The call, that I am sure, almost gave me a literal heart-attack. Thanks, Mother, for the wonderful experience. I'll never feel so frightened again, in my life.

   With the current events, I feel I should do nothing but carry on my normal life. It would do no good, to go about life in a worried way. Life goes on... let's live it.