9/11: A Short Story

Todays story will be a special one in honor of the upcoming Anniversary of 9-11-01

Although I was going around the hallways, collecting candy from the nurses and a few of the older kids, I knew there was something missing. It wasn’t the same as the halloweens I had been told about. I wanted out. I asked my mom later why I hadn’t ever had a real halloween. I must have used a poor choice of words because I watched as her face fell and she glanced down to her hands. She looked to my dad before smiling to me and walking out of the room. She didn’t say a word as the crossed the hallway and disappeared. I had forgotten about the interaction within a few

Aria was woken up with Kidd shaking her, Aria grunted and swatted a hand at Kidd. She chuckled and placed her hands on her hips. "Aria gotta get up now, we're back, besides you got to get back to your crew." Aria let out another grunt and she got up and rubbed her face. "Alright I'm up, I'm up." She grunted and she stretched and yawned. "Come on, your crew is waiting for you."

I was the only one that didn’t know. My family was hiding something for me, but I didn’t know what it was. Today was like any other day. We had Math, English, Science, Social Studies, Gym, lunch, and my favorite recess. I heard the bell ring telling us it was time to go home. I jumped to my locker, grabbed my books and headed to the bus. When I went home my mom was cooking. She told me that tonight we were going to have a family meeting. It was strange, it felt like my mom was hiding something from me and my brother, something important. I answered, Yes mom and dash to my room. I finished my homework and quickly rushed downstairs. When I scurry downstairs I heard my dad arriving home from work. As usual I ran to hug him. He whispered me the

I realize now that I went about things all wrong by not telling my parents. In the moment, fear consumed me. Months after the occurrence, I received a panicked phone call from my mother

It was a sunny afternoon, after school, towards the end of my seventh-grade school year. When I came home and walked through the door, I went to the table to start doing my homework. About five minutes in, there was another unfamiliar family ready to walk out of my house. I thought nothing of it. Maybe it was just some family friends of my parents and they were here to help with something. I was in the midst of working on math homework when my dad called my sister and I into the other room. Both my parents were in another room, paying bills. I remembered this because they had told me to keep quiet. At first, I thought, I was about to be grounded. Typically, my sister and I are only called together because she had told on me for something. I was prepared for the usual “Leave your sister alone” talk. Except this time, my father’s voice was not angry. It was more sad, almost expressionless. My sister was the first to walk into the other room, myself following behind. “Sit down, we need to tell you something important.” My mom was sitting next to him, so then I knew whatever I was about to be told was something serious. Short after my dad said this, my sister followed with saying, “Is Anthony in trouble?” “Shut-up, Kristina,” I said angrily. “No, neither of you are in any trouble,” said my mom. Before I had any time to ask her why I was here if I was not in trouble, she said “Dad had just lost his job.”

As a three year old kid, all i could remember was being confused. Like the only way i could express my emotions was through tears. I cried and cried as I sat with my siblings in the back of a cop car, driving off without our parents in sight. I hoped that they knew the detriment that caused me. my brother Dillon and My sister Megan went to live with our Aunt and Uncle’s to stay. My other brother Jeffery went to some all boys house to help his behavior. My Aunt and Uncle were very nice but I still had no idea what was going on. One morning for breakfast, I finally got up the nerve to ask my Aunt Pat about the

It was Friday morning the day before Halloween. When I woke up I could smell bacon and eggs all the way for the kitchen. Momma said” eat up we are moving in to the house today”. So I sat on the couch and watched the news and huge text popped up saying” WARRING DO NOT GO OUTSIDETHE MASKED MAN AKA ARRON GOT OUT GOT PRISON” it repeated” WARRING DO NOT GO OUT SIDE ARRON HAS GOT OUT THERE WILL BE NO HALLOWEEN”. I didn’t think to tell momma that because I forgot about it.

From what I remember that night it had been like any other. Repressed memories and such. I had been mom’s helper in the kitchen and dad’s little grease monkey in the garage. It was nice being the happy family, everyone would imagine us to be. Mom and dad were paid well and known around town for being the kind hearted Argo’s with the perfect life. No one would have had a second thought about anyone wanting us dead for any sort of reason. I was 5 when all hell had broken loose in my house and my life had been shattered into a billion pieces. Although I have to say I’ve been holding up pretty well for the past 12 years.

Snatching what little clothes I had and packed them like sardines in my suitcase, not even thinking twice about folding it. No one was home at the time, everyone was either at school or working. Sadly, I didn’t have much money on me, just about $20. Besides that, I had about 3 or 4 pairs of outfits and a bus ticket. I knew being in the house would soon drive me insane. As I make my way towards the door, practically dragging my feet across the floor, my eyes can’t help but look around the house forlornly. The conjured images of my siblings and me running through the house giggling and smiling come back to me, even though my life was filled all work and no play. My sorrow eyes become a nonstop waterfall and I think to myself, am I really doing this?

“The U.S. has already suffered three attacks on September 11, 2001…” (Chavez, Linda). The United States suffered three attacks in one day. There was four aircrafts full with passengers but only one didn’t make it’s destination which was to Washington D.C. instead it crashed near Shanksville, Pennsylvania. One attack was the World Trade Center known as the Twin Towers that burned down, then the pentagon was also attacked. Therefore September 11, 2001 was a big tragic day to the United States because of the attacks they had to deal with all in one day.

I remember the day as though it was yesterday. Every single thought that went through my mind, every movement I made, every tear I had shed. I remember being happy coming off the bus, I remember complaining as I struggled to open the gate, and I remember my mother stepping out of the car with tears streaming down her face. I had never seen her cry until that day. At that moment I knew something was wrong. I knew something bad had happened; and the worst part of it all was that I already knew what she was about to tell me. It’d been five years since I had the nightmare of my cousin’s death. I had never said anything in fear that people would accuse me of

It was just like any other rainy night in our little apartment until I heard the soft sounds of crying. Being the curious eight-year-old I was, I decided to get up and get a drink of water. When I walked out of my bedroom I noticed how my mind methodically went through a mental checklist to find the source of the crying. My mother’s room across the hall was dark and empty, and the sectional couch that filled the small spaced living room had no one on it except for the throw pillows and blankets. There was no one else in the apartment aside from my sister and me, but the sounds of crying seemed closer. As I covered the small distance from the hall to the kitchen, I noticed the front door was cracked open and I heard my aunt’s voice trickling in over the rain. I found it odd that she was here, especially since it was late. I sat in the kitchen and listened to the voices outside the window, and eventually, it became apparent that the voices belonged to my mother and her two sisters. Finally, I got a glass down from the cabinet and filled it with water. “What are you doing baby girl?” my

Your grandpa and I were face-timing each other on our iPhone 6 (those are what we had before all the new gadgets came out) we were going over what costumes to wear so we could win the costume contest. Your aunt Erin was Super Girl, Corey was Batman, your grandpa was Superman, and I was Super Woman. There was only one day until the Halloween

We had just picked up my grandmother from her doctor 's appointment, and everyone in the car knew something didn’t go right there. I am in the very back of my mother’s silver van, and I couldn’t hear what they were saying. All of a sudden my mom pulls over and they all start to cry, and I just sit in the back unaware of what was said. I felt terrible, I just stayed quiet. We start driving again, and there is an awkwardness in the car. “How?” I hear my mother say in between a couple of tears.