The Inevitable Truth
All was peaceful in the beautiful nation that I call the United States of America. The pride of New York City and man's ability stood 1,368 feet above our great country. Something inevitably was bound to challenge its majesty, but I never had the slightest idea that it was going to occur the way it did.
Pure energy is what I was feeling when I woke that warm summer morning. I was on top of the world and nothing could take me down; I was meeting new people at school, and I felt pride in everything. This perfect sphere I lived in was crumbled on the day of September 11, 2001 when chills of fear overtook my spine as if artic wind was hitting me. It seemed like an elaborate movie set with smoke, fire, and people running from what looked like two enormous space age towers, but it was all too real to me and could not be rejected as just another minor problem in a movie plot.
Their faces blanketed in astonishment the firemen, policemen, businessmen, and the random public stood with eyes wide open and some with their jaws touching the ground; even the toughest of people couldn't hold in their emotion as they were slapped with reality. Then reality set in for myself, but I just wanted it to be a dream; just a dream.
As I stood next to my couch frozen, remote control in hand, my mother walked in to the living room and said calmly, "What's going on?"
Stumped and confused about what was going on, I answered softly with my eyes squinting and my mouth open as if the sun was directly over me and I haven't had any water for days and said, "I think it's a...