I know it took me a while to put this up but I had trouble getting started and had to take care of college stuff for this fall, Other than that enjoy the first chapter.


"Beep"

"Beep"

"Beep"

"Good morning Manhattan! This is" a hand reached over and pressed the snooze button before anymore could be said. "I really hate this freakin alarm clock." Owen sat up in his bed dreary eyed and still tired. He looked at his alarm clock again to check the

date. "Tuesday….the eleventh… meh at least it isn't Monday." Owen said to himself. Owen usually wasn't a fan of Mondays. People said he was like Garfield the cat. But he knew he wasn't. Sure he was a little bit on the stubby side but he wasn't lazy and he

wasn't obsessed with Italian pasta. It didn't take him very long to get up, take his shower and get dressed so he could go downstairs and make breakfast. Cinnamon pancakes, smoked turkey bacon, scrambled eggs, and orange juice enough for three

people, his mom, his brother, and himself. He liked cooking it was his thing because his mom didn't know how to cook for her life. It was funny to him because all the old television shows stereotyped women as masters of the kitchen. Then again he didn't like

those stereotypes. It degraded women in his eyes and he knew he was raised to treat women with respect and dignity and those stereotypes didn't sit with him if they were basically shoved in his face. While making breakfast he heard footsteps coming his

way he counted down

5...

4...

3…

2…

1...

"Good morning puddin" it was Owens mom….. Emily willow Jones. She came down sporting her briefcase, female business Atari pressed brown dress pants and matching top kind of like the suits guys wear except for women. She had black gyms hoes that

closely resembled black formal shoes. She did this because she believed that dress shoes are over expensive… for her taste at least. And that high heel shoes hurt her feet. This is what she wore every day for work, and Owen found it funny because to him

she looked like the African American version of Ellen Driver the character from kill bill except without the crazy killer face and eye patch to match. "Good morning Ellen" Owen said with a respectful but smug smile. Emily walked over to her chef of a son kissed

him on the cheek then grabbed him in a head lock. She then proceeded to give him a noogie. "I told you I don't look like that psycho bitch from that movie" she said almost laughing. Owen broke free of his moms grip then looked at her straight in the eye then

spoke sarcastically. "In facial features no but you dress like her that's for sure." And with that Owen and his mom both threw their heads back and laughed at the joke and situation.


Owens POV

My mom and I have always been close. Yeah she is my mom and all and we should be close but it's….. I don't really know how to explain it. Ever since I was a little kid I was always able to make her and my dad laugh. That's one thing that all of us in our family use to

keep us sane and from going insane. I mean the only reason we are in the house now is because of my dad's life insurance. Shit man….. I still remember the day I lost him. It's one of the reasons I'm close to my mom… because I don't want her to fall into a depression

like she did before….

When I was kid we lived in queens and my dad was the chief firefighter. My mom always said he was stubborn and that's why she married him. He taught me fire safety and everything. I wanted to be like him so much and help people and save people. He was my hero…..

Well one day there was a fire a scale 20 my dad would call it. Well while he was putting out the fire he noticed people were in the building. Being the way he was him and 2 other members went in and got them out. The first two went in about and got out one time each.

Apparently the air tanks were running low. My dad though he went in multiple times bringing out multiple people. The very last time he went in the apartment fire was getting worse. He went in any way and he took the highest level of the apartment building that was

needed to be taken the sixth level. Damn it all the ladder wasn't working. So he ran… he ran as fast as he could. By the time he made it to the 6th level that kid was standing there scared out of his mind, and my dad out of breath. He put the mask on the kids face and

held his breath himself he took a leap out the window onto the big air mattress thing they had waiting for him outside the window . My dad and the kid had made it out safely. My dad was taken to the emergency room for treatment. And that's where he died. He had

breathed in too much of the toxic fumes. No one told me this story at all, and I didn't learn it on my own because I lived it... That little kid my dad saved…. Was me…..that little kid was me. I was 6 years old at the time too young to think completely clearly but old enough

to know what was going on. I blame his death on myself to this day. If he didn't save me he would still be here. When I tell people this they ask me. Then where would I be? I know the people that say this mean well but on the anniversary of his death or when my mom

thinks about it and cries for him… I can't help but to hate myself. I hate seeing my mom cry and when I see her cry in his memory I blame myself for making her cry and I hate myself for it. My little brother wasn't born when this happened. In fact my mom was only 3

months pregnant with him when this happened. So he doesn't even know what he looks like. That was seven years ago. I'm fourteen now, my little brother is seven and my mom in her early thirties. We moved to Manhattan a short time afterwards because of my dad's

life insurance. Mom got a job at the world trade center top floor and we go to school pretty close to her job. All in all throughout the day even though we are apart my family and I are still together spiritually that is and when we come we spend time chilling out with each

other. I know we are no Brady Bunch but we are happy to me I think that's what keeps us all sane.


Owens mom sat down and ate breakfast. Over the years she had taught her son how to cook. She always said that she wanted Owen to grow up and be knowledgeable about the housework as well as outside work so he wouldn't be lazy. And all In all he

didn't mind it. Because sometimes his mom would have to work late so he would have to do it. The cooking, cleaning, and when it came to the laundry him and his mom had a mutual understanding. He would do his brothers and his own laundry and she

would do her own. This is because he told his mom there were just some things he did not want to touch. After breakfast was eaten and taken care of they said their good buys. " peace out mom" his mom turned around and then gave her best stereotypical

surfer dude impression " see you later dude and rock on" she then gave the rock on sign got in her car then drove away. Right before Owen went back to the sink to do the dishes the house phone rang. He went over to it and it read the caller id. It was his

mom calling the phone. He answered, "Love you sweetie and be good see you when I get home ok." He smiled because he knew no matter how much his mom tried she always let her motherly side show even when trying to be cool. "Ok mom love you too

see you when we get home" right before he hung up a small voice came from behind him " LOVE YOU TOO MOM!" Owen looked down to see his little brother timothy up but still in his pajamas. "Timmy says he loves you too mom" Owen said into the receiver

he then put the phone on speaker. "Love you too Timmy." she said. Timmy smiled at the words and then ran off to his room to get dressed. Owen and his mom both hung up the phone.

"TIMMY ARE YOU READY YET" Owen yelled up the stairs

"I CAN'T FIND MY BACKPACK …. I LOOKED EVERYWHERE!" Timmy said almost scared

Owen was just about to speak and then stopped to think for a second he smiled casually turned around and right behind him was his little brothers power rangers back pack. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Little kids." He mumbled to himself "HEY TIMMY YOUR BACK PACK IS DOWN HERE LITTLE DUDE" Owen called up the stairs almost laughing.

Timmy came zooming down the stairs got his back pack and then looked up at his older brother

"You ready to go bubbles?" He asked Owen smiling innocently.

Just as Owen was putting on his back pack he started to blush at the nick name his friend had gave him.

Attempting to look irritated Owen slowly turned to his little brother who was giggling. In the end Owen just let the smile form on his face then told his little brother what he knew was a lie " Timmy I never once heard Taylor call me bubbles" Owen was trying

to hold in his own laughter.

"Yes she does and you don't care because you like her" Timmy said while making kissing noises to antagonize his older brother.

"She does not call me bubbles and I like her only as a friend" Owen announced with authority as they both headed to the front door, while in the meantime lying to his little brother who clearly wasn't falling for the tale. Once Owen opened the door he was

met with a pair of hazel brown eyes, a cheeky smile, and what smelled of the essence of coconut shampoo and mango like perfume. It was his true best friend for the last 7 years…. Taylor Wilkinson

"Ready to go Bubbles?" Taylor said with a very upbeat and sarcastic attitude.

"SEE I TOLD YOU SHE CALLS YOU BUBBLES!" Timmy shouted with excitement as he jumped up and down.

Now unable to hide his blushing Owen looked at Taylor who was still smiling in her cheeky way he shook his head in disbelief.

"I hate you so much Taylor." Owen said sarcastically

Taylor looked back at him then smiled even bigger if that was even possible

"I love you Owen." She said in an even more sarcastic way then she reached up and kissed him on the cheek. Owen then turned a shade of dark brown. And Timmy was now laughing uncontrollably

"I take it if you were a white guy you would be read right now wouldn't you big boy?" Taylor asked Owen as she gave a friendly elbow in the gut. Owen shook his head in embarrassment. Owen knew for a fact he liked Taylor. But he wasn't sure if she felt the

same way. They always flirted in a way but he always thought maybe she was just messing around with him. He liked everything about her from her from her happy attitude on life to her facial features, Hazel brown eyes, dark brown, and milk chocolate skin.

People sometimes made fun of her but she didn't care but he always got irritate when people did that. It was because she didn't wear makeup like all the other girls did but in Owens eyes she was beautiful.

Owen was snapped out of a daze when Taylor started talking to his brother.

"Hey Tiny Tim are ready to go on an adventure?" Taylor asked sarcastically as she keeled down to eye level towards him.

"EVERY DAY IS AN ADVENTURE, GEORGE!" Timmy yelled with excitement yet again

"What the…. Stop letting Timmy watch Stuart Little Taylor" Owen said with authority as he caught on to Taylor and Timmy's inside joke. Taylor and Timmy then proceeded to laugh at what Owen had just said. Owen couldn't help but to start laughing himself.

Owen, Taylor, and Timmy took the city bus to the stop then started their walk all the while Taylor and Owen were arguing over dragon ball z. they were arguing over who would win in a match between Yamcha and Krillen. In the middle of the conversation

Taylor stopped then looked at Owen in suspicion

"Hey Owen what time is it man I feel like we are running late" Taylor asked

Own looked at his watched and it read 8:43 am.

"No we're good, remember we have a free period so we can do whatever and Timmy doesn't have to be at school until 9 remember" Owen explained

Taylor smacked her forehead in exaggeration to the explanation

"Aww dude I totally forgot... Ha-ha shows how much I know." Taylor laughed

The closer the trio got and as the minutes left it seemed as though the air started to become thin and a aching knot began to form in Owens stomach not from hunger but from something else. The trio now walking in silence was stopped by what was now

citizens looking in the sky. The trio almost in synchronization turned their faces towards the sky. Only Owens mouth dropped opened to say three words that didn't even faze the other two or catch their attention. "Oh my god"


Owens Pov

I'm a big fan of movies I love all types of movies comedy, horror, and action, but there is one movie I will never forget because it creep me out so much, Final Destination. The movie began with a plane exploding. And honestly in action films planes exploding

are freakin awesome. But in this one you actually see people slowly dying in the plane as its exploding. I think that's why it's creepy and kid of scary. Because you kind of get a small taste of reality as you watch it. I've also seen action films were the bad guy

blows up buildings, Like Terminator, for one. And I think those scenes are cool as well…. until now.

As I turned my face to look at what everyone else was looking at I was horrified and the problem was I had seen stuff like this in movies a lot but in a way like final destination. This was for real. A plane had flown right into the top floor of the world trade

center. It worried me deeply to what the fuck was going on and how this had happened. But what worried me even more greatly was my mom. For you see she works near the top floor of the very same building. "oh my god" was then only thing I could

manage to get out before I heard screams of terror and fear from the citizens around me. I looked at Taylor and her eyes were huge looking at the tower and her hand covering her mouth in shock. I then looked at my little brother who looked frozen in shock

as well. But turns out he wasn't completely frozen because I heard him say one word that made me sick to my stomach and struck fear into my soul….."Mommy" I was then snapped out of my daze because of a second explosion. I looked up to see that a

second plane had just hit the building opposite of the first. Then everything began to go in slow motion. The buildings before me began to sink, they began to collapse. And we began to run as fast as we could through the sea of panicking people I had my

little brothers hand and Taylor's hand so we wouldn't get lost. We had to get to safety. As far away as we could but it seemed as though I was moving with ten ton weights on my back. While moving from the crowd someone running broke the grip between

me and Timmy. Normally I know how to keep my cool in crazy situations but the moment I lost my brother in the crowd I began to panic as well. My eyes were shifting left and right for him every were I was almost on the verge of tears because I was so

scared, The moment I caught glimpse of him running towards me for protection. Someone fleeing from the scene ran into me and I lost my balance and before I knew it my head had hit the side of the curb and I hit it hard. I couldn't get up it was so hard and I didn't

know why I could hear voices calling my name. Calling me to get up to run with them to safety "OWEN GET UP WE GOT TO GO NOW COME ON OWEN….OWEN ….OWEN!" I could hear Timmy yelling for me and I could see he wasn't going to leave my side. Same

thing with Taylor she was next to me shaking me to get up but she knew as well as I did. I was out for the count. As my eyes drifted off I could see the smoke from the debris coming towards us to engulf us in who knows what. But that's not all I saw. I saw

my dad saving me from the fire when I was a kid then dying afterwards. I saw us moving to Manhattan. I saw all of the happy moments I had with my family and Taylor. I then saw Taylor and Timmy trying to get me up knowing it to be impossible. I saw them

trying to save me risking their lives to save me. Like my dad did seven years ago. I wanted to tell them to leave me to die and save themselves. But that's not what I said. I said something entirely different. "Oh god….not again" and with that everything went

dark.


OK I know the second plane didn't hit till like an hour or so later so don't point that out any who im going to update the next one later so yeah

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