This is dedicated to my father Jeffrey who worked in the south tower and died. This is a Fanfiction for my dad. I will be a character, Maya will be there, what if the hive five were alive during 911?
Maya walked to the subway. It was 6:46, Exactly 2 hours until Math Class and when 911 happened, but she doesn't know that yet. She ran to the subway and when she picked up Riley they ended up being late. At 8:46 the subway stopped. Riley and Maya got up and opened the doors. They were at the street a block away from the world trade centre. They saw the north tower got hit with a plane. (I am not exactly sure which one got hit first, I was really little.) Maya and Riley sat on the sidewalk and waited for Farkle for about an hour. Then they heard a loud crash. They turned around and saw an explosion for the south tower. A little girl walked out. "DADDY!" She shouted. (All dialogue from me is legit.) She ran towards the world trade centre. Riley grabbed her arm. "Who are you?" Riley asked the girl. "My name is Maia, and my daddy worked in that building!" The little girl shouted pointing to the south tower. "What floor?" Maya asked. Her uncle worked on the 81st floor that was hit. "81st floor." Maia shouted. "I'm so sorry." Riley said. Riley hugged her as Maia started to cry. A/N The dialogue is what I said to a few kids on the street. One of them was like Riley, and one like Maya. I remember that day vividly.
"Maya, we need to help her." Riley said, as the girl sat on the sidewalk. "Riles, How are we gonna help her. We don't know her." Maya said. "Maybe we can bring her ho-" Riley got cut off. "MAIA! Oh no!" A woman shouted. She looked at the south tower. She picked up Maia. "George!" She shouted. She put Maia in Maya's arms and ran towards. It was now 10:01 and the south tower collapsed. Maia's mother ran towards and looked for her husband in the rubble. A few people ran out of the building. Maya ran over. She saw Maia's mother crying and bent down next to her. "Where's Maia? I left her with you." Maia's mother said. "She's with my friend Riley. I'm Maya." Maya said. "George is gone." Maia's mother cried. Maya gave her a hug.
Weeks Later:
Maya held Maia in her arms as the beacons in remembrance to the twin towers were put up. Riley ran over to the 911 memorial graveyard outside of New York City. Maya ran after her holding Maia in her arms. Riley knelt at a gravestone that said 'George McFadden'. (Not My Real Last name. Okay maybe it is. My middle name is Olivia. My initials are MOM!)
Maia sat in front of his gravestone. "Is that my daddy? Did he move in here?" Maia asked. "He's in a better place now." Riley said. Maia had a smile on her face. Maya sat next to Maia, and picked her up. Maya and Riley brought Maia home. Maya pulled out her phone and took a picture of Maia in front of the beacons.
There you have it. MY DADDY DIED! :c Anyway, if you couldn't tell Maia is me because well my name is Maia. This day makes me, the girl who never cries, cry. I visit New York every 911. Thank you for reading my story.