9/11: A Fictional Narrative

Smith waiting frantically, “Gosh Isiah you scared me, you’re lucky I covered for you guys”

The smoke from the now roaring fire could be seen seeping out the windows where girls stood at the ledge, just waiting to jump; screams could be heard while the young women were looking down at the

Maycomb County has been living a few dynamic days, as it not only snowed yesterday, but also today at approximately 2 in the morning a tremendous fire burnt the house of Maudie Atkinson to the ground. Even though the cause of the fire has not been confirmed yet, it is highly believed that it was due to the flue in her kitchen. Since it had not snowed since 1885, the people in town were not prepared. The fire truck was killed by the extreme weather and it took plenty of time for it to arrive to the scene, but fortunately it arrived in time to prevent the fire from spreading to other houses in the neighborhood. The commotion among everyone was clearly perceived.

Red light, bright as the midday sun, flared into existence. It began to flicker and waver. Small tongues of flame spread their reach, jumping from the floor onto the nearby curtains. It began to pick up the pace as it consumed more and more like a starving creature. In seconds, it had spread to all the curtains that spanned across the room-length window. Smoke filled the air, giving the walls a fine layer of ash and soot. In the bed opposite the window, a girl rested her head. Her eyes flashed open as she breathed in the heavy tang.

September 11, 2001 began as any ordinary day for Elvia Hogan as she left her home and headed for work. She recalled the sun shining and the sky a bright blue as she entered the counseling office at Hunter High School. As she approached her desk, she opened her computer to find the unbelievable image of an airplane in the top of one of the World Trade Center buildings. Phones were ringing, as the counselors began watching the news to follow what was happening when suddenly, a second plane flew into the neighboring tower.

As kids, we were all warned about the basics. Call 911 for emergencies, tell an adult if someone touches you or even tell the teacher when someone says a bad word. But what happens when something happens to the last person you’d think it would happen to.. Yourself. Who could you actually turn to, and when the time struck, how would the words flow out to confess the crime done to you. Or even worse, would the words come out at all? “Can you tell me what happened exactly?” “It's okay to talk to us, we’re here to help you, not hurt you.” The words kept ringing in my head. But was it okay to talk to them? Speak of the unspeakable with people... people I didn't know, nor trust? Being so young I had no idea what was going on. As my heart was racing,

Nothing I did worked. His skin, so close, so warm against my own, did it distract me? Was that it? I had done my best to free myself from the darkness he had encompassed around me, but my efforts did next to nothing in getting him away. He evaded it all. I was floundering amidst my own failure, but he was still there, still overshadowing me.

Jean the attack on the Pentagon and the World Trade Center did not happen on September 1, 2011, rather it was September 11, 2001. I clearly remember the day as I was able to see the smoke filled sky from my windows in New York City. Our televisions and radios were not working so most of us did not know what was going on. My husband was late for work because he was waiting for his brother; so they were both late which saved their lives as the train station they were supposed to get off on blew up at the time they were supposed to get there. He made it almost all the way to work when the trains stopped running and he had to walk for hours back home he called me crying as he saw people’s limbs, hands feet with shoes all over the street. Also

Tuesday morning of September 11, 2001 was a day that no one will forget. I decided to write it out what happened to my family that very day in my mom’s perspective to make it easier to understand. My mom was in Pleasant Hill, CA and decided to skip that day of work because my older sister was sick. Madeleine, my eldest sister, was two at the time. Early in the morning a family friend of ours, Janet, called my mom asking if she saw what was happening. Janet said,” Jeanne the twin towers are on the ground, turn on the news!” My mom was so tired from staying up all night because of Madeleine that when she heard what happened she didn’t belive it. She quickly turned on the news and it replayed the airplanes hiting the twin towers and falling.

As soon as the bell rang he started to sob, he has never been late to one of his classes and been so humiliated in one day. Out of nowhere, he started to smell something burning. He wiped his tears away and got up. He slowly walked out of the bathroom and noticed smoke coming from the teacher’s lounge. Esther didn't know what to do until he heard a scream come from the room. He sprinted as fast as he possibly could in his green apple shoes.

After, twenty minutes, or more, she decides to drive to the mailbox and locate Estelle Louise. When she arrives at her destination, she sits there baffled. Somehow, Estelle Louise and the mailbox had mysteriously disappeared. Bewildered, her eyes dart everywhere and suddenly stop when they caught sight of flames, bursting through the roof and windows of Estelle Louise’s home. In a maniacal frenzy, she drives to the top of the driveway and parked. In disbelief, she stares at a semi-trailer truck that apparently entered the front of

Anne responded, “I need help. Priscilla, my roommate, is missing. And I don’t know where she could be.” Suddenly Anne smelled smoke, and then she saw smoke drifting in the air. “Claira! Get down on your hands and knees now!” They dropped to all fours and crawled down the steps. Then Claira stopped. She started to fall down the stairs. She had passed out. The heavy smoke made Anne’s sore eyes burn more harshly, but she still found a way to help Claira. Anne crawled down the stairs pulling Claira by the shoulders. The thick smoke rose into the high

Mary shook with a forceful hand on the door. She started screaming for others to come and help her! The raging crowd kept pushing to get in and suddenly everything went in slow motion. She saw the angry protesters banging on the thick glass door and her co-workers frantically calling 911. A gunshot woke her from her daze and in the distance, sirens could be heard. Mary still couldn’t believe that all of this started with a little girl.

Courtney remembers the event like it happened yesterday. “I can smell the fire and gas. The scent of my skin burning filled my nostrils as I screamed in agony. All I could think of was my daughter and Terry. I had not control over what happened, and the pain made me pass out.”

Ebon walked over and put his shirt on. He then walked over and opened the door. Ilene about fell through. “Ebon! Are you alright? Your were screaming. What happened?” she asked, out of breath from yelling.