9/11: A Short Story

I was 13 when 9/11 happened, I was going to work with my mom, I was bored so I decided to look at the window and I saw a plane coming towards us. Before I knew it there was smoke, fires, and people screaming all over the place. I couldn’t find my mom and I couldn’t breathe, and also I could not find a way out.

I broke open a door and came into another room with people trapped because the stairs were blocked by debris, I thought to myself and said “Everyone go out the window” we did, luckily everyone survived going through the window. We all saw some stairs with no debris, we all went down as a group, I was the last one down the stairs, but something terrible had happened to me.

I fell and broke my ankle, I hopped on one leg through the door, barely making it out alive before the building collapsed, I coughed a lot from the dust from the collapsed building. I found safety and they carried me to a policeman that they apparently said I knew and then he carried me to the ambulance truck.
that made me go silent, “I am her brother, I was trying to save her, but the building then collapsed” Then there was silence between us.

The ambulance took me to the Hospital and took care of my hurt ankle. I was feeling quite sad and angry that my mom had died that day. I will never forget her. I wondered to myself what I would do now. My mom’s brother (Alec) asked me if I was ok, I said yes, I wanted to stay with him for awhile, the only person that would make me feel