The Guilty Survivior

When the first bell rang, they noticed that there was no sub coming. Karen went to the office, but she never told them about the missing sub. Because Karen is the class president, she told them to do what Mr. Fabiano left for the sub. When it was music, Rachel felt like singing with the rest of the class. Then Katie entered to get the book club orders. Tim told her about not having a sub. She didn't believe him. Then Morgan came and Karen told him about them not having a sub. He actually believed her. Then he messed around and left. When it was lunch they decided to tell all of 6th grade. Then, Bastian left to tell his friend, John about the missing sub. When they came back, they all started to play Doom 3 while the girls read. They all decided to do a rock rituals for Bastian’s last day of school. They all passed the rock around telling a memory until Rachel told a memory about him teasing Tommy Feathers.Then Bastian threw the rock and left the class crying. Then everybody was writing about Tommy Feathers death. When Bastian came back to the class, they all went to an assembly. Then, Bastian told Sean that he could keep Barkley. When they called all the teachers up to the front, they all looked at

This tragic fire demonstrated how the fire inspections and precautions were noticeably lacking safety for these workers even though “a little more than five months before the tragedy Firemen Edward F. O’Conner made a routine inspection and said the Asch Building was ‘good’ and the building was ‘fireproof’”(28). The fire finally died down with over one hundred dead bodies piled along the streets. Sunday morning “thousands of people began to form into a slowly moving parade around the city blocks”(89). The people were walking in honor of these workers and would go around trying to identify the bodies and confiscate any items the bodies my have possessed for reminiscences. On the other hand, the departments felt immediate quilt for not stepping in to fix the Asch building before, because the departments knew of the horrible safety and health precautions the Asch building had but nobody emphasized the problems. “But who was to blame?” (113). Chief Croker was quick to blame

Smoke and flames were spewing out of gaping holes bored by American Airlines’ Boeing 767 that crashed between the 93 and 99 floors on the North face of the 110- story building. Each of the North Tower floors were roughly an acre. The top 20 floors engulfed in flames, he was staring at a 20- acre fire raging 90 stories above. He thought in his head that, This is the most unbelievable sight I’ve ever seen. Meldrum parked the fire truck on the West Street in front of the

On the afternoon of March 25, 1911, a fire broke out in the 10-floor Asch Building, a block east of Manhattan's Washington Square. This is where 500 mostly young immigrant girls were producing shirts for the Triangle Shirtwaist Company. Within minutes, it spread to consume the building's upper three stories. Firemen at the scene were unable to rescue those trapped inside: their ladders weren't tall enough. Exits were locked, and the narrow fire escapes were inadequate. Panicked, many jumped from the windows to their deaths. People on the street watched in horror. The flames were under control in less than a half hour, but 146 people perished, 123 of them women. It was the worst disaster in the city's history.

We had not gone a rod when we found ourselves in a heap, in a heavy drift of snow. We took hold of each others’ hands, pulled ourselves out, got into the road, and the cold north wind blew us down the road a half mile south, where the Strelow boys and John Conrad had to go west a mile or more. When they reached a bridge in a ravine, the little fellows sheltered a while under the bridge, a wooden culvert, but Robert, the oldest, insisted that they push on thru the blinding storm for their homes. In the darkness they stumbled in, and by degrees their parents thawed them out, bathed their frozen hands, noses, ears and cheeks, while the boys cried in pain. “My brothers and I could not walk thru the deep snow in the road, so we took down the rows of corn stalks to keep from losing ourselves ’till we reached our pasture fence. Walter was too short to wade the deep snow in the field, so Henry and I dragged him over the top. For nearly a mile we followed the fence ’till we reached the corral and pens. In the howling storm, we could hear the pigs squeal as they were freezing in the mud and snow. Sister Ida had opened the gate and let the cows in from the field to the sheds, just as the cold wind struck and froze her skirts stiff around her like hoops. The barn and stables were drifted over when we reached there. The roaring wind and stifling snow blinded us so that we had to feel thru the yard to the door of our house. “The lamp was lighted. Mother was walking the floor, wringing her hands and calling for her boys. Pa was shaking the ice and snow from his coat and boots. He had gone out to meet us but was forced back by the storm. We stayed in the house all that night. It was so cold that many people froze.” Although most of the information that was collected or the stories that were told were in South Dakota, Nebraska, North Dakota the temperatures took

The first five girls who jumped did go before the first engine could respond. That fact may not convey much of a picture to the mind of an unimaginative man, but anybody who has ever seen a fair can get from it some idea of the terrific rapidity with which the flames spread. The Triangle Waist Company employed about 600 women and less than 100 men. One of the saddest features of the thing is the fact that they had almost finished for the day. In a five minutes more, if the fire had started the, probably not a life would have been lost. Girls hump to sure death first nets prove Useless firemen helpless to save life. The fire, which was discovered at 4:40 O’clock on the eighth floor of the ten-story building at the corner of Washington place and Greene Street, leaped through the three upper stories occupied by the Triangle Waist Company with a sudden rush that left the fair Department helpless. How the fair started no one knows. On the upper floors of the building were 600 employed of the waist company, 500 of whom were girls. The victims mostly Italians, Russians, Hungarians, and Germans were girls and men who had been employed by the firm of Harris and Blanck, owner of the Triangle Waist Company, after the trike in which the Jewish girls, formerly employed, had been become unionized and had demanded better working

aftermath and ushered students out to safety as well as Mr. D who put it all out on the line to

When a fire broke out on the ninth floor in the cutting room, a manager attempted to extinguish it using a fire hose. Unfortunately, the valve had rusted and no water came out. With thousands of pounds of fabric as fuel, the fire spread rapidly. There was no sprinkler system to stop the fire and no fire drills had been practiced. Frightened workers ran to stairs, fire escapes, and the elevator to evacuate. The rear fire escape collapsed, killing many and trapping even more. The locked doors on the ninth floor lead to the deaths of almost everyone on that level. Four elevators were on the factory levels, yet only one worked. Workers who were left behind waiting for the elevators tried to slide down the elevator cables but unfortunately lost their grip on the way down. Blood showered down on the people who did manage to make it into the elevator. Girls who ran down stairwells faced locked doors at the bottom, and were burned alive. The few unlocked doors were useless because they opened inward and there was a mass of employees pushing up against them. Realizing they would soon be engulfed in flames, many girls jumped 100 feet to their deaths. Fire trucks arrived to the scene, but could do little to help. The bodies scattered on the street and sidewalks hindered their aid. Their hoses and ladders could only reach the seventh floor. Some girls tried to jump to reach the ladders; none of them made

By the end of the day that we mainly spent waiting inside Java Jolt for the police to tell us our building was out of danger, London had set up a meeting with her detective friend to met up at our house at around 6:30 tonight. But, by that time, we were just getting let back into the apartment, and we just didn’t have the time to clean up the broken plates caused by the vibrations of the explosion. Our energy had disappeared as we watched the death toll rise and rise to over 30- one of which was one of the guys on Austin and Reed's football team. The building was nothing more than a brick base and ash spread out for miles around the scene. The first responders are saying how lucky everybody is because it’s a miracle that so many people got out of the building in time. Suddenly, we heard a loud, hollow knock on the door that disrupted my

There was 92 students and 3 nuns that were killed as a result of the fire.If the building which had been The devistation could ave been prevented

Rooms that surrounded the cafeteria were evacuated by the second team, and both teams had the students exit through the cafeteria. As the day went on, close to one thousand officers arrived at the school, but it still took almost three hours for it to be confirmed that the shooters were dead (Kohn,

The narrator forcing his way through the “frost” and to the “light” that was not only always lit on her “porch” but the warmth the girl was symbolizing as well. Soon they were both “Breathing

“Did you hear what happened?” Maria exclaimed. “Abigail Brown from our school died last night. Rumor has it, she was here after 8th period finishing up an essay, and as she was leaving the building, teachers heard a scream and then she was gone.” Stephanie was scared but felt a little glad since the girl who died, Abigail, ran against her for student body president. “Ha, that’s karma for running against me, I told her that was a bad idea,” Stephanie said while grinning. “This is serious Stephanie, her body was found in the main hallway of the north wing. Next to her was a sheet of paper that said: “You’re next, Stephanie Herron.” The lab report also states that in her autopsy, she had some sort of virus on her skin.” The bell rung, giving them the adrenaline to run to first period. Stephanie, who lost her appetite after hearing about Abigail, Maria, who had an uneaten energy bar, decided that she would give it to Stephanie when lunch arrived. Although the expiration date on the bar was dated two years back, Maria ignored the possible side effects that may occur and decided to give the energy bar to Stephanie anyways with a smirk on her face. After all, a little energy bar never hurt anybody, right? When entering her second-period class, Stephanie was stopped by Marcus Williams, her brother Michael’s best friend. “Hey I heard about the murder of Abigail...stay safe okay? We wouldn’t want that to happen to the school’s golden girl after all,” he said with a suspicious, yet protective tone. “Marcus,” Michael came running towards Stephanie. “Is he bothering you?” “No, he was just looking out for me because of the incident that happened to Abigail.” Marcus, who decided to go to class early for the first time in his life, left the conversation. “ He’s been acting strange lately. He’s no longer the Marcus I knew. Ever since he started hanging out

When we asked Miss Maudie how she felt about the situation she said,”I’ve always wanted to build a smaller house. Now I have a chance to”. She seemed pretty unaffected by the situation. She also said that the cause of the fire “was probably the flue in the kitchen”. She had left the fire burning overnight for her potted plants. No one on the scene was injured and Miss Maudie will be staying with Miss Stephanie Crawford

The emergency exit to the side, I dashed over to the door using all my weight to force it open, only to find, there was a large dumpster in front of the door. This was planted here… someone is still here, it had to of been Ryan. He must of known people where here, and he’s attacking my friends! It was a tight squeeze, I try again, getting a running start and crash my full body weight at the door, budging it ever so slightly. And again, and again, the large dumpster was inching over with every impact my petite body could muster. Eventually, the crack of the door was just wide enough, that I could fit by body through, but just barely wedging myself through. It was a tight squeeze, but I finally made it out. The banging was a little louder, and I look up, it was coming from the math and language building. First instinct was to pull out my phone to call the police, but we are in public property, we’d be in trouble, but unfortunately my phone had no signal, there was interference somewhere on the campus, just my freaking luck! I ran as fast as I could, whipping my mag light out and try to save Kyle and Sarah. The entrance to the math building was pried open, the lock was already smashed on one side. As I made my way in, I could see there were lockers and desks smashed in the halls, I hear the screams of Sarah intensifying and more loud banging and smashing, and a noise of a grunting man. It was coming from upstairs, I started to shout at whoever is causing the commotion to knock it off, arming myself with the blunt end of the mag light ready to strike. The noise was coming from the German classroom, I was fearing the worst, preparing to face the worst. I charge in, and to my surprise. Sarah rushed to hug me as hard as she could. Kyle with a pipe in his hand, gasping for