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KanbiAme: Hi. It's all me this time. This is not a comedy, this will have little/no humor in it. This is serious.
When I got the idea for this story I watched the 2 concerts that happened after the event. I'm probably confusing you. I can see/hear you. You're sitting there behind your screen saying 'what the heck is she talking about?' Am I right?
Well here's you answer: This story is about September 11th.
Summary: What happens if Syaoran and Sakura had never met with magic, but create their own when they meet in New York City. What happens when both are effected by September 11th?
It's really a tribute to those who died that day. Whether it be of natural causes, or in the World Trade Center (WTC)/ Pentagon. I myself knew people that were.
I want everyone to know that my heart and soul go out to all of those who died, or know someone who did. It's been nearly a year. That's why, this story will end, exactly on the day that marks 1 year.
I've been asking people where they were when they found out. Asking them to tell me what ran through their minds when the world all came to a stop. Please email me if you would like to share. My email is HigashiUmiAme@yahoo.com Please title it 'Where I Was'
Where I was: I was in my Algebra 1 class working on my homework when a student who knew my teacher (Mr. Love, retired military) ran into the room and said something along the lines of 'The World Trade Center has been bombed!' My world stopped. I looked over to my best friend Mallory. The bell rang telling us to go to our next class. I was so scared I was shaking. My dad was supposed to be in New York that day. I went to my Seminar (kinda like study hall) and sat down to read. My teacher for that hour (Mrs. Dowell) turned on the TV. I don't remember what channel was on. But I sat there for the 93 minutes of class, with my eyes glued on the TV. Every once in a while a tear would run down my cheek. My brother Jon, who was a Senior at the time (I was a freshman) came into my Seminar class just to check up on me. He hugged me, right there, in front of my whole class. But I didn't really care. I still had my brother. Once again the bell rang. I went to my World History 1 class, I was reunited with Mallory, she was a wreck. She had just gotten bad news about a family member. We got through the first hour hesitantly. Then we went to lunch where I didn't eat anything. There are 4 TVs in the commons (main part of the building, tables for lunch, pit for dances etc...) everyone of them was on a different station. When we went back for the last half hour of history our teacher (Mr. Shipley) let us watch the news and called it 'Current Events'. I don't remember about choir that day. I only remember coming home and hugging my mom as tight as I could. Both of us were crying. My dad was fine. But we lost a few family friends in the process.
Afterwards: My friend Becky and I went to NYC over spring break. The day we visited the site it was raining and it blended right in with our tears. We were there on a day, when they found more bodies, the lights and sirens filled our eyes and ears. It wasn't exactly a happy day.
If you'd like to know where I live, I live in Kansas. Wichita to be correct. A few words on Wichita or Kansas in general: It's the 'Air Capital of the World'. We have an Air Force Base a mere 5 miles from my house. My friends are all losing family members who have to leave and go to work over seas. My hearts go out to the family members of those brave souls that are in the Services. Also to those brave souls. I love you all!
This is my 2nd story. If you get the chance read my other story 'Senior Year'.
Thank you! And Peace Out! I love you all!
3 KanbiAme
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KanbiAme: Hi. It's all me this time. This is not a comedy, this will have little/no humor in it. This is serious.
When I got the idea for this story I watched the 2 concerts that happened after the event. I'm probably confusing you. I can see/hear you. You're sitting there behind your screen saying 'what the heck is she talking about?' Am I right?
Well here's you answer: This story is about September 11th.
Summary: What happens if Syaoran and Sakura had never met with magic, but create their own when they meet in New York City. What happens when both are effected by September 11th?
It's really a tribute to those who died that day. Whether it be of natural causes, or in the World Trade Center (WTC)/ Pentagon. I myself knew people that were.
I want everyone to know that my heart and soul go out to all of those who died, or know someone who did. It's been nearly a year. That's why, this story will end, exactly on the day that marks 1 year.
I've been asking people where they were when they found out. Asking them to tell me what ran through their minds when the world all came to a stop. Please email me if you would like to share. My email is HigashiUmiAme@yahoo.com Please title it 'Where I Was'
Where I was: I was in my Algebra 1 class working on my homework when a student who knew my teacher (Mr. Love, retired military) ran into the room and said something along the lines of 'The World Trade Center has been bombed!' My world stopped. I looked over to my best friend Mallory. The bell rang telling us to go to our next class. I was so scared I was shaking. My dad was supposed to be in New York that day. I went to my Seminar (kinda like study hall) and sat down to read. My teacher for that hour (Mrs. Dowell) turned on the TV. I don't remember what channel was on. But I sat there for the 93 minutes of class, with my eyes glued on the TV. Every once in a while a tear would run down my cheek. My brother Jon, who was a Senior at the time (I was a freshman) came into my Seminar class just to check up on me. He hugged me, right there, in front of my whole class. But I didn't really care. I still had my brother. Once again the bell rang. I went to my World History 1 class, I was reunited with Mallory, she was a wreck. She had just gotten bad news about a family member. We got through the first hour hesitantly. Then we went to lunch where I didn't eat anything. There are 4 TVs in the commons (main part of the building, tables for lunch, pit for dances etc...) everyone of them was on a different station. When we went back for the last half hour of history our teacher (Mr. Shipley) let us watch the news and called it 'Current Events'. I don't remember about choir that day. I only remember coming home and hugging my mom as tight as I could. Both of us were crying. My dad was fine. But we lost a few family friends in the process.
Afterwards: My friend Becky and I went to NYC over spring break. The day we visited the site it was raining and it blended right in with our tears. We were there on a day, when they found more bodies, the lights and sirens filled our eyes and ears. It wasn't exactly a happy day.
If you'd like to know where I live, I live in Kansas. Wichita to be correct. A few words on Wichita or Kansas in general: It's the 'Air Capital of the World'. We have an Air Force Base a mere 5 miles from my house. My friends are all losing family members who have to leave and go to work over seas. My hearts go out to the family members of those brave souls that are in the Services. Also to those brave souls. I love you all!
This is my 2nd story. If you get the chance read my other story 'Senior Year'.
Thank you! And Peace Out! I love you all!
3 KanbiAme
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