White House Narrative

On September 11, 2001 tragedy struck. The sky was blue and it was a beautiful morning. I was walking down the street to get some breakfast with an old friend. I opened the door to the old Copper Lantern restaurant where we were suppose to meet, and there she was. She looked so amazing it was great to finally see Amanda again! Midcoversation there was suddenly a loud boom, and the ground rumbled. Girls in the restaurant screamed, with in minutes everything was chaotic. I grab Amanda's hand a pulled her through the waves of families till we finally got to the door. I took my first steps outside and everything was in a haze.

The gray, bland walls still hold my drawings from years ago. Blood scattered around the room adds some color the dull, grey walls and floor. The only source of light comes from a small, prison-like window. There’s no bed or anything. Just emptiness. In the far corner, a chain with blood dripping off it hangs.

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.

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.

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

The catastrophic day of 9/11 will always be remembered as a day of loss, and a day that made America stronger. I interviewed my mother, Iryna Getman on this horrific day. My mother immigrated here in July of 2001 from Berdyansk, Ukraine. Here is her story.

My legs are shaking with pain, but I need to know where I am and what strange things lie outside of that door way. Slowly I am making my way there, I hear people having a conversation just outside. I haven’t a clue what they are saying, it seems to be in some odd language. Finally I’m at the door. Terrified, I grab the knob and start to open it. It squeaks when I swing it open. In the hall I see no one, just white walls with white tile. “What the,” I say to out loud. I could have sworn I heard someone. My eye catches my room number, 387, it has my name on it. I look right and left, but see nothing expect florescent lighting and shut doors. I go to the door across from mine and try to open it. Locked, that’s odd. I try the next one, locked once again. I keep going, now at room 365 I give the knob a turn and it actually comes open. I hesitantly wander into the area. It looks the same as mine, minus the painting on one of the walls. It is an extremely abnormal painting. It depicts an out of the ordinary creature. “Why would this be in a hospital?” I whisper to myself.

I reached in my pocket for my pen so I could sketch some flowers. I pulled out a few dollars bills, and I remembered my mother gave me money so I could buy some milk for her. I turned around and went to the grocery. I went into the milk section, grabbed a jug, and headed to the checkout. The man in front of me in the line was staring at me. He looked at me like I was a vicious beast. I began to feel uncomfortable. The teenage brothers behind me were rough housing and when one threw a punch, they knocked me with their elbow. I couldn’t keep my balance. I went diving towards the ground, and I hit the man in the back with my nose. He fell to the ground, holding both his arms like he broke them. I got up and tried to help him up. He was backing up in fear saying, “Monster, you monster.” Everyone began to stare and back away from me, even the brothers. It was completely silent. I could hear my breathing. I heard one of the employees whisper to someone, “Call 911.” Then I bolted out the front door. I ran as fast as my little feet could go. In the corner of my eye I could see people behind me. They were catching up to me. At this point, I knew I couldn’t run any longer. I started to stumble and then, I felt a hand hook my shell. I went flying back. After that, the moment was surreal. I knew my mom was going to kill me, if the police don’t first. I don’t even remember much of it

When I walk up to the gate, I could tell that the people of the city, were not sure what to make of me. In my Combat Suit I looked very intimidating, I was eight feet tall in my Combat Suit, also my suit was made to look dangerous. I wore a suit made of completely of MX5 Metal, it was a metal that was made to be very resilient. I figured that many people in the city, that saw me did not know what to make of me. Although I saw a large band of people in the distance focusing guns on me, in case I was hostile. Not that it would matter, my suit was bullet proof against small arms, so I was not at all worried. I walked up to the town gate, I heard a man yelling something, when I had looked up at the town gate and saw a very tall man in a police uniform. He yelled down to me "What business have you here, If you are here to rob our town.... Be warned, we do have the death penalty for

The headline rolled around for the special news broadcast memorializing the anniversary of 9/11. The hosts came on, and reread lines I had heard from a different script. A script I had heard every year in school for as long as I could remember.

I met some girl and she was telling me about how she wanted to protect her family but she couldn't shoot the gun.She couldn’t keep her family from being murdered because the thought of killing was too much for her. She handed me the .45 magnum she had and said, "if you can shoot that gun without having second thoughts, you can have it." Having strong morals about killing someone to prevent more lives from being lost, I accepted her challenge. I made my way down the stairs and passed where my family was. As I passed by, they looked at me in confusion because I had a gun. I made me way to the testing booth to fire the six shots I had. The targets were wanted posters that had mugshot photos. A vision appeared. A vision of then when each convicted killer was a child rather than

This is the story of how I reached to the top of the world. I had been living in a tight rubber surrounded space just recently, and I didn’t like it. I preferred the darker, metal surrounded, and hard wall that I was previously in with all my friends before I was sucked into this place. I was freaked out because when I first spreaded out into into the space, the wall seemed to react to my movement; my body pushed hard against the wall pressing it outward until it wrapped around me like a blanket. I also heard different voices outside of the wall between me and the world as if whoever they are were also pressing against the same wall. Outside of my metal home or this new strange location was a world that escaped my memory since I was young.

Its was 3:00 o'clock 3:00 am the first time tonight that i woke up yea the first. It had only been two hours of sleep that i had just gotten in this what i call round of trying, trying to beat out these insomnia that I have I dont know anymore if its just that though i come home from work tired too tired far too tired to go to sleep and i hate that. I hate that more than anything in the world well maybe next to waking up ever since I was 10 years old I believe i'v been having these issues my parents said it was because i didn't do anything at all during the day no sports no school work but if doing something was the key to sleeping well I must not know how a lock works. 'Its been 15, 15 minutes barely' I thught in my head these long sleepless

The house was dark. All of the windows were paneled with wood, leaving the slightest crack of daylight. However, the sun would soon no longer be in the sky, and the house would be pitch black. While glancing at the windows in the hallway, I heard thundering footsteps rising up the stairs. “Jilliann,” he said forcefully, “Look behind you.” I turned around and saw a little girl standing a foot away from me. She was wearing a long crème dress and all of her facial features were hidden by her knotty black hair. Suddenly, a cloth bag was pulled over my head and I was thrown onto the ground with a powerful knock to the

Blackness stretches out, never-ending backgrounds of balls of fiery gas embraced in a blanket of black tar. Metallic walls, strong, sturdy herding waves of the most precious resource among the stark black that stretched from the ends of the universe, interrupted only by the small globes of color dotting the sky. Oxygen flows a source of life in a place with none. Rumbling engine and large beasts breathing smoke. Energy propels the body of metal through the stark silence surrounding it. A white suit floating a parody of swimming, moving as if time is slowed. A white office, round and long, a carpet lay on the floor round, proud, and majestic, a bald eagle stands wings outstretched, 13 arrows held aloft in its claws alongside an olive branch.