September 11th, 2001 Right?-Personal Narrative

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“Let’s go, GET UP I’m not coming in here another time,” I said. Who knew I was going to become a single mom at the age of 29, with two boys.
“I’m going, I’m going,” says Caden, he just turned 11 last month.
“Hey you too Luke,” I said with a voice that just showed that my blood pressure was rising by the second. “What do you think I’m doing” says Luke a stubborn 6 year old who is now struggling to pull the tangled covers off his face.
“The date is September 11th, 2001 right?” says Caden as he starts to finish his homework. I could already tell it was going a bad morning. Isn’t every day a bad morning when you're pushing your kids out the door to catch the bus. Not only that, but the traffic to get into New York City is horrible, as always.
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I start toward the elevator when I realized that I really had to use the bathroom. When I came out of the stall, I looked at the clock sitting on the counter, it was one of those ones that the minute hand kept going, it didn’t pause at all. I had get closer to actually read it, “8:40!” I quickly washed my hands when I saw something through the bathroom window. The bathroom view is actually kind of pretty from the 94th floor, but I still couldn’t quite see what was in the distance but it was coming right for the north tower. Before I knew it a plane crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center. Scrambling out of the bathroom, I raced toward the elevator and pushed number 23. When I found Megan I was out of breath from running. Megan grabbed my shoulders and asked, “What’s wrong?” Before I could spit a word out Mr. Steven’s came running out of his office in a calmly yet worried voice, “The North Tower has just been struck by a plane they think that it was just an accident so every remain calm.”
“What kind of pilot makes that mistake,” said Megan?
“I saw it,” I said softly.
“Is that what you were trying to tell me?”
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