9/11: Imagine and Perspective: A Story of September 11

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I want you as a reader to picture yourself now, and imagine what will be put into this.

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<u>Part 1</u>

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Story 1:

Late to work, late to work! You rush up the stairs of one of the tallest towers in the world, the World Trade Center. Upon entering you sweat and weave and make it to the elevator in time. You hit the 23 floor and on your way for another typical day at work.

Story 2:

Another typical day for a chef. The air is fresh upon this September season in the city. You decide that you greet your costumers outside before they leave to explore NYC and the World Trade Center. Nothing to out of the ordinary.

Story 3:

Riding on your school bus, this is your first day of middle school. You are exciting and joyful and happy. To you, this day is something ought to remember.

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<u>Part2</u>

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Story 1:

You start working out your papers and filing and getting ready for today. BOOM! Your floor rocks! What is an earthquake? Not sure what is happening you look out the window. You suddenly start to see debris from the upper floor. You race down the stairway considering the elevator probably is not working. You see in the walls cracks and broken glass. You rush out the building.

Story 2:

Waiting for your first customers, you see a plane very close to the ground. Your eyes fixed on the plane you see that the plane is heading for something. Suddenly silence…. BOOM! The World Trade Center hit right at the  middle stories, slammed by the plane. Your astonishment startles you and you find yourself looking at tragedy.


Story3:

Getting off your buss for school you skip into homeroom and wait for a spectacular day. You see your teacher talking on the phone and he turns on the TV. “Staff and Student, there has been unconfirmed reports of the World Trade Center being hit by a plane” say a man on the intercom. You stare at the TV and see smoke coming out of a building.

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<u>Part 3
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Story 1:

Rushing out of the building, you look back at fire trucks and police cars racing toward the seen. Above you can hear screams of agony and broken hearts. Heading down the street you finally make it to where you feel at a safe distance. You look back and a man lends you binoculars. You look up at the building. What appears to be people, you see flailing bodies jumping from the building. You begin to tear. BOOM! Another plane hit the other building from the opposite direction. You break down.


Story 2:

You suddenly snap out of it and rush into the Restaurant. You have everyone out and try to save your possessions upstairs in your bedroom. Another BOOM! You look outside the window and it appears to be more smoke coming out of the other building. Suddenly, you see pieces of of the building and an object comes in view and it is heading towards you. You duck and cover and your restaurant is hit by a piece of the building. You struggle under the hit, alive and not even a scratch, but stuck.

Story 3:

Confused and dazed, you are suddenly grabbed by the arm as the school calls for an evacuation. You suddenly realize that your dad was in NYC that day for a construction project to be done. You drop down and pray but lifted up by the teacher telling you to hurry up. You feel all else fails until you feel your phone vibrate. It is a call from dad. “Son, I’m… can’t… love….hello?” and the call is cut off….

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<u>Part 4
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Story 1:

Your jobless. You almost died. Your co-workers probably lost. But somehow…. You Find HOPE.

Story 2:

You find yourself in the hospital. You are released with no injuries. What do you do now?

Story 3:

You call your mom. You ask how dad is… HE IS ALIVE. He said he wanted to tell you what he said, his words were “Son, I’m fine. There mess here is horrible and I can’t get through this mass confusion. I love you. Hello?” So what will you do now?

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CONCLUSION

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You end the story. You tell me what you would do. You tell the story. MAY GOD BLESS AMERICA.

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