Skyline By
Madison
As I watch the news from my
hotel bed, I wonder what else could happen.
Sometimes I wish it could just go away.
I think this is all part of some really bad dream.
It's going to be hard to
wake up in the morning and realize that they're gone and never be back
again. I'm glad that nobody that I know
was there when it happened but I also feel sad that all those innocent people
die. What about their loved ones? Will they ever hear from them again? What about those people that were not
found? Their families will never get
that phone call telling them if they're dead or not.
Then when I see people in
the Middle East cheering about the tragedy that has happened right now I get
enraged. My blood starts to boil. How could they be so cruel? How long is it before there is a war? I don't want any other innocent people to
die. Too many have died already.
Those two buildings
symbolized our financial strength in the world. It told everyone that we are the best but now it's not there. That's why people went to New York to see
the Twin Towers. Just to go there now
and not see those two beautiful structures that were once standing proud and
tall and now that are crumpled into pieces is unbearable. As I look from across the harbor into the
skyline I realize that something is missing.
Jeff Hardy gets up from his hotel bed wondering what's
going to happen next and inhaling a good breath of the good old New York City
smell for one last time before he had to leave for North Carolina again.
Author's Note: This
short story has a lot of personal feelings in it seeing that I do live in New
York. I live only about half an hour's
ride to what used to be the Twin Towers.
It's been such a hard thing to cope with but I'm through it. I just wanted to say that I want everyone to
know that isn't a New York thing it's not even a US thing but a worldwide
issue. I want our nation to come
together and to fight terrorism.
Remember this "united we conquer divided we suffer."
