Dad? Mom? Brother? Where did you go? What happened to you? I heard some news from school that planes crashed into the Twin Towers. I didn't believe it, not to America. I didn't want to try to understand. New York City was so close to home. I enjoyed going there with dad to work and with mom to the museums. New York was so much a part of my life and now some strangers in the name of God had destroyed these towers. What God would say that this act was okay? Will we or can we ever get these towers back? I do not scream for revenge or for the blood of these people, for killing is never right. All that I can think about is the Towers; the people who were there, the lives that have been lost. The thoughts are rushing through my head a mile a minute. I don't want to think anymore. How to do I deal with a situation that I have never been prepared for.

After school there is no change. Everyone had questions and no one had answers. I had work after school at a pharmacy that was normally a very busy place, but now it was quiet and all the workers just stood around not knowing what to do. The day went on and after work I went home to relax and take a break. As soon as I returned home, on the T.V every channel was talking about the events of the day. Clips of depressed, hurt, and dying people filled the screen. That was all I needed. They showed tons of clips, but gave no answers and no reason for today's events.

I called my father who lives in L.A and he even had heard about the events of the day over there too. He tried to give me a reason why. There will never be a reason that any civilized person can understand. My sister who was home all day was tired of hearing about the news. During dinner we sat in silence, I don't know why. All our problems before seemed so insignificant to what had happened today.

By C.C age 16