On September 11, 2001, I woke up expecting just another normal day. I got up and got dressed for school. My mom was not going to work because she had just had chemotherapy the day before, but I found her awake, glued to the television. I sat and watched with her. I didn't know what it was about. All I saw was one of the Twin Towers with a lot of smoke coming out of a gaping hole. My mom said that a plane had crashed into it. At first I thought she was kidding around. Then a few minutes later another plane hit the other tower. I didn't know what to say. My mom hurried me to school. I went to class as fast as I could because I was late. When I got there, I learned that the Pentagon had been hit too. A little while later, I watched some more TV at school and the towers were gone.
Everyone in class was sad when the first tower fell. We knew that the second one was going to follow eventually. I also remember hearing about the plane that crashed in Pennsylvania.
For the rest of the day, the school was on complete lookdown. A lot of people left early. A lot of students didn't even come to school. No one could get in or out of school if they didn't have identification.
When I got home, my family and I watched the live reports of the terrorist attacks for the rest of the day. I went to bed thinking about what I had seen and wondering if it would happen again, and where and when.