A really sweet 9/11 fic. You may need a box of tissues (as with most of my stories).
A Chaos Ride production (Live with choas, dance with madness, frolic with confusion)
I sighed as I pulled the brush through my hair, then picked up my straightener.
I grabbed my purse from my bed, and headed down into the kitchen.
As I walked down the stairs I was mentally preparing myself for work.
Drama, paperwork, major crisis of the day, drama, and the paperwork. Oh the joy.
I grabbed a piece of toast , stuck in my mouth took the brush from Nudge, and pulled her hair into a high ponytail, and tied a ribbon in it. I buttoned up Angel's shirt, handed Iggy the salt, kissed Fang's cheek, finished my toast, then went to let Total out, then checked the time,and bustled the kids out the door and onto to the bus. And then I went to work.
As I walked into my office, I had a bad sense of foreboding.
I turned on the television.
"Today is September 11, and the forecast is sunny with slight winds."
I smiled. I was going to leave early today and take the kids out of school a little bit early to go see my mom. It was Friday anyways.
I went to filing my my reports and answering phones.
I checked the clock. 9:45. Perfect. I gathered up my purse and went to get the kids.
We headed home to eat, then we would head out to my mom's as soon a Fang got home.
Fang rushed in and kissed me.
"Thank god."
Okaay. Now I was confused.
"The twin tower were hit by a suicidal bomber! They took over a plane!"
My eyes widened.
"I'm gonna call mom. I'm not getting on that plane anytime soon! I need to call my brother." Fang nodded and tossed me the phone.
Iggy was a bomb technician, and I was not letting my blind brother go in there to get people out, or anything (like he often did with backup).
The kids came in, and immediatly knew something was wrong.
I explained it to them, and I could see that they were terrified.
Angel and Nudge were praying, and Gazzy was glued to the television, for the first time in his life, watching the news.
I'm glad I left when I did, because otherwise...
But something was bothering me.
What about my receptionist?
The new intern, Abby?
Mary, the secretary?
Had they gotten out?
The couple with the newborn baby?
And what about the field trip of kids?
Had they made it out in time?
What about their families? Surely they were someones mom or dad, brother or sister, daughter, son, aunt, uncle, neice, best friend!
What about everyone else?
In loving memory of all the nine eleven victims. May your soul rest in the hands of god.
I almost cried writing it! AND REMEMBER! I smile upon those who review (and listen to their ideas!)