I was in the library of my school during my lunch period trying to complete my math homework. The principal came over the loud speaker and said that a plane had crashed into one of the Twin Towers and nothing more. This announcement came a couple hours after the fact.
In English class we had to listen to the radio to find out exactly what happened. My English teacher kept repeating over and over "I'm glad I'm not the president." Quite a few kids were crying. Many knew people or had family who worked in the Towers. Everyone had out there cell phone calling everyone they knew to comfirm if they were ok and the like.
The rest of the day felt like it was all a dream. I hadn't seen any of the video or pictures but in each class we talked about it.
No one was allowed to leave unless a parent picked them up or lived within walking distant. The subway most kids take home was shutdown due to the fact that it passes by the Towers. There was a lockdown for the bourough of Manhattan and I lived in Queens with no way to get home. The subway started up again from a different location so after some walking I got there. It was packed to the max and everyone comforted eachother. I arrived at Penn Station which over the news had been anounced that it was closed. Turns out it wasn't but was dead silent. I made my way over to my train. They allowed everyone to ride for free that day but still was almost entirely empty.
I arrived home and finally got to see the horrific images on the TV. A few of my friends who went to school a few blocks away from the Towers had walked all the way across the bridge to get back to Queens. I went online where I was bombarded with IMs asking if I was ok.
School was closed the next day and the smoke made its way over to my location. The day after, school resumed yet hardly anyone came in. The ride in was silent...
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