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9/11
By Juliana

It was the second day of school. I got up in the morning, like a normal day, and went. Late morning, the psychologist of my school came into my classroom. He said that a plane had flown into the World Trade Towers, and that some parent wanted their kids home. I was a little scared, but I didn't know how bad it was.

Throughout the day, teachers kept coming into all the classes calling kids to leave. By the end of music, (fifth period), Hannah and I were the only girls left in our class! Shortly after, my Mom came and picked us both up. I watched the news a lot that day. Once I had found out a lot about what had happened, I felt very angry. I wasn't scared, and I tried not to think about the sad things.

It was all so astounding. How could two planes go crashing into the world trade towers? How could they be gone? For a long time, I had very scary dreams. In one, I was trying to get back to New York. When I looked around, I thought "Oh well. If the world trade towers were still here, I could just look for them, and find my way back."

Now I'll have to look for tall buildings. Now, I just want everything to finish. I want it all to be over. I don't want to have to worry about it anymore. I know eventually the story will die down, but it will always be a big event in my life, and the life of America.