The Last Day
-Dib Girl-
Notes: Yes, I wanted to write one. Since everybody is. And i'm telling my story now. Since I live on the lower side of NYC. This beginning is how I found out. And what happened. I could see ( used to ) the Twin Towers from my classroom window. Obviously, I am trying to put work into this fic. Since, I also believe the setting on IZ is NYC, this is my opinion. This has a general rating. No spell check, I could care less about errors. Mild Zib warning. Selene Membrane, Zak Membrane, Kim, all belong to me, and only me as well as the new people I put into the story. The IZ cast all belong to Jhonen Vasquez. Okay, i'm done now. Bye bye and enjoy.
Chapter One: Awakening To Terror
"September 11, 2001 a date which will live in infamy.
-- We had no warning, no real way of understanding.
I only wished I would've payed more attention to life."
8:38 A.M.
The sun blared sun kissed rays upon the sweet terrain of earth. The air was clear, and the sky was purely a blue hue. All went well, as the ninth grade class settled down for their first period class. Books clattered against desktops as backpack zippers locked. Mindless chatter of the events occuring about the firedrill before school filled the air. The clock on the wall, stained ivory white dimly hit 8:40 A.M. Across the room, Zim with a full mop of perched black hair..attired blankly in a red shirt, with no sleeves as well as trying to keep up the trades by wearing black baggy pants and boots. A sigh exhaled from the pale green boy's lips as he was drifting in thought. Dib's cousin was in town. They had gone to the Lower part of Manhattan to Professor Membrane's TV studio. Zim heard that Gaz and Dib had gone down, to show her around the area. Since the two were older, they could travel more and more by themselves.
"Hm. . . ." His dark violet eyes followed the door opening, and shutting as their english teacher, Mrs. Bellra calmly entered the room, a book nestled in her pale arms, which was quickly put down on her desk. He had this aching feeling down below in the pit of his stomach that something wasn't right. It had been a normal day so far, he'd woken up to the brightess day he'd seen since last month. All went smoothly. Until his head twitched rather violent as a lour, thunderous roar almost like a mini version of a sonic-boom entered the classroom. "Ugh! It's so clear outside, why is there thunder?" The blonde-haired boy, Ace who sat beside Zim asked.. running his fingers through his bangs cooly, to not sound alarmed. Zim shrugged. Must've been a earth thingy.
"Is that.. smoke?!" Angelica quickly got up from her seat, smoothing the ending area of her gray and black skirt to point directly out the window. The waters of Manhattan which were visible outside the window, seemed darkened somewhat. Trees blocked their view of most buildings but a few stood out against the mist of it all. Sooner or later most of the children were gathered at the windows, debating if that was smoke or storm-clouds. Mrs. Bellra silenced them when the loud speaker was turned on. Ace shifted nervously in his seat, he wouldn't let it show at all. "Ah, probably just a storm. It's probably over the city coming into Brooklyn." Zim looked at him, with a tint of hope. With a scowl he turned around to listen to the announcment.
Moments of silence, for a few seconds, before the principal began to speak, his voice full of disbelief. "Students, teachers. A very serious thing has just occured on our fair city. New York, our nation, America has been attacked." The english classroom went dead silent. All hallways were eerily quiet. The principal went on with his accounment. "A hijacked passenger jet, crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center, i'm assuming that 'thunderclap' you all heard was that of the plane crashing. Word is that a second plane crashed into the south tower, but there is no news on that, just yet. Teachers are advised to put on the television, so the students may take in a view of what is going on, farther updates. I will announce later on on what will happen later on in our school day."
Swift heels were in the only noise, the traveling teacher walked across the room to snatch open the cabnet, the wide black television poking it's face out from the hidden shadow. The lights were turned out, and the TV was put on channel 5. Some students began to whisper, others turned their desks towards the TV so they could see. After a few moments, the room fell silent again. Zim shifted, he couldn't take it. Dib was down there. As well as Gaz, Selene...luckily, Zak was back home he had gotten sick from dinner last night, and had to stay home from the trip. So only his sister went. The boy back home had no idea what was going on, because he was nestled in front of the TV playing a videogame.
9:03 A.M
The news reporter, droned on with the terrifying news wincing at the loud sound that once again occured over the school grounds. "A second hijacked airliner, United Airlines Flight 175 from Boston, crashed into the south tower of the World Trade Center and exploded. Both buildings are currently burning!" They began to show camera men, running catching sight of the screaming people that fled for their lives. A massive cloud of dust and debris rained down upon the city, sending the teenage students, reeling. "Oh my god, i'm gunna die!" One young teenager who was working across the street at the time of the crashes was caught on camera, running towards Chamber street, away from 200 Vesey at top speed, tears running down her face. Obviously, very frightened. As were most people at that moment. A cloud of smoke engulfed the camera at that moment.
"THIS IS NO MISTAKE, CITIZENS OF NEW YORK. WE HAVE BEEN ATTACKED BY TERRORISTS." The class was sent into a state of shock. A blonde haired young girl started to cry when she finished watching this. "Miss Bellra, my dad works on the 91st floor of the North Tower!" Zim looked over at the crying human. Ace whom had leaned over, letting her cry on his shoulder. And he couldn't help but wonder why. The door was open, a boy exploded across the hallway from his 401 class. "I have to call home! I have to see if my aunt's alright." Teachers were helpless at the moment. A lot of the students had family members working up in the Towers or around the area. Zim was left stunned.
'Dib...
....Gaz, Selene...'
-Dib Girl-
Notes: Yes, I wanted to write one. Since everybody is. And i'm telling my story now. Since I live on the lower side of NYC. This beginning is how I found out. And what happened. I could see ( used to ) the Twin Towers from my classroom window. Obviously, I am trying to put work into this fic. Since, I also believe the setting on IZ is NYC, this is my opinion. This has a general rating. No spell check, I could care less about errors. Mild Zib warning. Selene Membrane, Zak Membrane, Kim, all belong to me, and only me as well as the new people I put into the story. The IZ cast all belong to Jhonen Vasquez. Okay, i'm done now. Bye bye and enjoy.
Chapter One: Awakening To Terror
"September 11, 2001 a date which will live in infamy.
-- We had no warning, no real way of understanding.
I only wished I would've payed more attention to life."
8:38 A.M.
The sun blared sun kissed rays upon the sweet terrain of earth. The air was clear, and the sky was purely a blue hue. All went well, as the ninth grade class settled down for their first period class. Books clattered against desktops as backpack zippers locked. Mindless chatter of the events occuring about the firedrill before school filled the air. The clock on the wall, stained ivory white dimly hit 8:40 A.M. Across the room, Zim with a full mop of perched black hair..attired blankly in a red shirt, with no sleeves as well as trying to keep up the trades by wearing black baggy pants and boots. A sigh exhaled from the pale green boy's lips as he was drifting in thought. Dib's cousin was in town. They had gone to the Lower part of Manhattan to Professor Membrane's TV studio. Zim heard that Gaz and Dib had gone down, to show her around the area. Since the two were older, they could travel more and more by themselves.
"Hm. . . ." His dark violet eyes followed the door opening, and shutting as their english teacher, Mrs. Bellra calmly entered the room, a book nestled in her pale arms, which was quickly put down on her desk. He had this aching feeling down below in the pit of his stomach that something wasn't right. It had been a normal day so far, he'd woken up to the brightess day he'd seen since last month. All went smoothly. Until his head twitched rather violent as a lour, thunderous roar almost like a mini version of a sonic-boom entered the classroom. "Ugh! It's so clear outside, why is there thunder?" The blonde-haired boy, Ace who sat beside Zim asked.. running his fingers through his bangs cooly, to not sound alarmed. Zim shrugged. Must've been a earth thingy.
"Is that.. smoke?!" Angelica quickly got up from her seat, smoothing the ending area of her gray and black skirt to point directly out the window. The waters of Manhattan which were visible outside the window, seemed darkened somewhat. Trees blocked their view of most buildings but a few stood out against the mist of it all. Sooner or later most of the children were gathered at the windows, debating if that was smoke or storm-clouds. Mrs. Bellra silenced them when the loud speaker was turned on. Ace shifted nervously in his seat, he wouldn't let it show at all. "Ah, probably just a storm. It's probably over the city coming into Brooklyn." Zim looked at him, with a tint of hope. With a scowl he turned around to listen to the announcment.
Moments of silence, for a few seconds, before the principal began to speak, his voice full of disbelief. "Students, teachers. A very serious thing has just occured on our fair city. New York, our nation, America has been attacked." The english classroom went dead silent. All hallways were eerily quiet. The principal went on with his accounment. "A hijacked passenger jet, crashed into the north tower of the World Trade Center, i'm assuming that 'thunderclap' you all heard was that of the plane crashing. Word is that a second plane crashed into the south tower, but there is no news on that, just yet. Teachers are advised to put on the television, so the students may take in a view of what is going on, farther updates. I will announce later on on what will happen later on in our school day."
Swift heels were in the only noise, the traveling teacher walked across the room to snatch open the cabnet, the wide black television poking it's face out from the hidden shadow. The lights were turned out, and the TV was put on channel 5. Some students began to whisper, others turned their desks towards the TV so they could see. After a few moments, the room fell silent again. Zim shifted, he couldn't take it. Dib was down there. As well as Gaz, Selene...luckily, Zak was back home he had gotten sick from dinner last night, and had to stay home from the trip. So only his sister went. The boy back home had no idea what was going on, because he was nestled in front of the TV playing a videogame.
9:03 A.M
The news reporter, droned on with the terrifying news wincing at the loud sound that once again occured over the school grounds. "A second hijacked airliner, United Airlines Flight 175 from Boston, crashed into the south tower of the World Trade Center and exploded. Both buildings are currently burning!" They began to show camera men, running catching sight of the screaming people that fled for their lives. A massive cloud of dust and debris rained down upon the city, sending the teenage students, reeling. "Oh my god, i'm gunna die!" One young teenager who was working across the street at the time of the crashes was caught on camera, running towards Chamber street, away from 200 Vesey at top speed, tears running down her face. Obviously, very frightened. As were most people at that moment. A cloud of smoke engulfed the camera at that moment.
"THIS IS NO MISTAKE, CITIZENS OF NEW YORK. WE HAVE BEEN ATTACKED BY TERRORISTS." The class was sent into a state of shock. A blonde haired young girl started to cry when she finished watching this. "Miss Bellra, my dad works on the 91st floor of the North Tower!" Zim looked over at the crying human. Ace whom had leaned over, letting her cry on his shoulder. And he couldn't help but wonder why. The door was open, a boy exploded across the hallway from his 401 class. "I have to call home! I have to see if my aunt's alright." Teachers were helpless at the moment. A lot of the students had family members working up in the Towers or around the area. Zim was left stunned.
'Dib...
....Gaz, Selene...'