I’m sitting here in physics. I feel sleepy, another boring day. I hate school. My minds wandering. I stop listening to the teacher. Calm and silence surrounds me. “Students and faculty.” What’s that? “This afternoon…” I hope he isn’t going to talk about Mustang pride. “World Trade Center.” Wow, that’s pretty bad. I wonder how a plane crashes into a tower. My mind is wandering, but nothing major is going on. A tragic plane accident, probably a lot of people dead. Too bad. I wait through physics wishing it were over. I want to go home, can’t wait to get to my computer. I think about the plane accident a little more, but nothing important comes up. Finally class is over…that’s good. Time to go to lunch. A lot of people are talking about the crash. It’s interesting that everyone is talking about the same thing. Hmm, second crash? That’s weird. Terrorist attack? Pretty interesting. Oh well, lunchtime. Looks good today, I’m pretty hungry. There’s my friend, I wonder what he’s up to. I don’t feel like sitting around and talking. He’s going to go listen to the radio about the crash. I’m going to go too I need something to do. I follow him to the history resource room; all the teachers are sitting around listening. I take a seat and listen. The Whitehouse is under attack as well as the Pentagon and Camp David. I’m slightly scared, the attacks are pretty organized this might be more wide scale.

Obviously I didn’t know that the Camp David and Whitehouse accounts were exaggerated. Patriotism? I’ve never really been a patriot, I mean I’d never complain about my country, but it’s just not important to me. It’s a nice place to live, but it’s not the only place. America’s been too cocky anyways, it’s always rushing to the role of the defender of freedom. It’s not the world’s only democracy or even the first.

Yet, when I heard America was under attack by an outside force I felt like joining the army. I hate the people who did this not because they assaulted America, but because they attacked innocent people. It made me feel slightly angry, probably the rage many Americans felt. I walked through the halls to my next class, thinking about how America would take revenge.

Its time to go home, my angers faded slightly. I’m home now; I heard on the radio that the Camp David and White House accounts were fake. I feel less patriotic now. I don’t feel like joining the army because I don’t want to die. I’m a coward I guess. I’m bored again so I turn on the TV. Its about the crash, I’m not interested anymore so I change the channel. It’s on every channel so I shut off the TV. Oh well at least I can use the internet. I try signing on; it’s running really slowly today. People must be flooding the internet for information. Too slow, it’s making me angry so I shut the computer down. There’s nothing to do and my mom’s home. If I go downstairs she’ll talk to me about the crash. I’m not interested in discussing it so I go to sleep.

By WY age 17