It is September 11, 2001. I am in Algebra class at about ten o’clock, while my parents are in Las Vegas. They’re celebrating my mother’s birthday, which is today. While doing some math the principal interrupts on the loud speaker, “ The world trade center has been bombed and the pentagon is under attack.” I remember looking around the classroom and seeing the stunned classmates and teacher. For a minute there was sheer silence. Then, once the teacher continued the lesson, whispers of conversations stormed the room. The bell rang and it was lunchtime. On the way to my locker it seemed if no one was talking, just moping around. When I entered the main hall there was a long line going out of the office. People were hugging each other and crying in the halls, not even knowing actually how bad the terrorist attack was. I go into my first class after lunch, Spanish. Half the class was not there, I decided to leave too. When I got home I saw the news, every channel was the same thing. It was just astonishing to see smoke in place of the towers. People were covered in dust. I remember thinking that every time my family and I go to the city we always line the twin towers up on the ride home so it seems there is only one. Last time I went I took pictures of them, but did not get them perfectly aligned. I just figured I would get it the next time, but now I know I can’t…

By MP age 14