I'm back in New Orleans WITH NO INTERNET ACCESS UGH!! Sorry, had to get that out of my system. The stupid hurricane took away my Internet access and I can't get to school until Darlene and my siblings get back from Taxis. Good news is it's just me and my dad and I love him so much and I love being alone and with him at work, it gives me lots of alone time. I know it's weird that not going to school is a bad thing for me, but it is, I'm gonna have lots of homework when I do get to school! Yeah, you get my point lol. Review please!!

I got up on my feet after the sore on my body cleared up a bit.

I looked out the window and saw firetrucks, police cars, News trucks, a crowd of people, and flashes of cameras surrounding the building.

Everyone knew about the crash and it only had been at least an hour since the crash.

I saw another plane heading towards the second building, only it was lower then the one that crashed the tower he was in. I didn't say a word this time. I was speechless.

The crash was silent, probably because this glass made it noise proof or the sound of the fire crackles above the hole Jazz and I crashed through. I wasn't sure. There was black smoke everywhere. I swear I saw people jumping off the building or waving their flags. It wasn't something to enjoy or be thrilled about, it was something unbelievable.

I realized then that the planes crashed there was not done accidental, it was suicide, it was on purpose. I was even more scared then I was before. That person driving the plane was trying to kill everyone.

It was only a year later I realized they were terrorist attacks no doubt.

Jazz was in a worse condition then I was. She was still sitting on her legs, trembling on her arms and painting. I know now that she was in shock.

I went up to my sister and helped her on her feet.

"We have to get out of here," I said.

Jazz nodded and we both started walking towards the stairs.

We walked several floors down.

I learned from reading signs that whenever there's a fire, to take the stairs and that's what my sister and I did. We took the stairs down and I still remember how much my legs hurt.

I can never say the longest time we've ever been quiet then when we were walking down the stairs. It was a record of two hours. An hour of staying in one room and another of walking several floors down. Then again, I could be wrong.

We were still walking down just when we heard something above us.

"What was that?" Asked Jazz as we looked up and one of the stair floors started falling and heading towards us.

Since the floors were made of concrete and the plane crashed into the top floor, I'm guessing it must've broken off several pillars and was hanging on one medal pole. It was a matter of time before it was gonna crash down and it did.

Jazz and I started pacing down the stairs until we reached a floor and scrammed out the door as the stair floor crashed our stair floor. We were stuck.

"Great, now we'll never get down," panicked Jazz.

"I guess we'll have to wait till the firemen get here. I saw their trucks outside," I told Jazz.

"So, we're gonna just sit here all day until someone comes to rescue us!?" Glared Jazz.

"What choice do we have?" I questioned Jazz as she sighed and looked at the high broken stairwell.

"The last thing I said to Aunt Sally was that she was the worst aunt ever. What kind of a niece says that to her own aunt. I mean, she was crazy, but that didn't mean I had the right to say that," cried Jazz as she fell on the floor and cried, "NOW SHE DIED THINKING I WAS THE MOST HORRIBLE PERSON IN THE WORLD!!"

I slapped her across the face and grabbed her tightly by the shoulders.

"Listen Jasmine! I know Aunt Sally's dead, but we're not gonna die! Do you hear me!? NOT GONNA DIE!!" I shouted and I still remember how loud I was.

Jazz looked at me and said, "sorry, but what if we don't make it?"

That question linked into my head and made me wonder if we ever were gonna be rescued.

"We will," I promised.

Jazz looked at her hand that was burned from touching the doorknob to the stairs when we were trying to escape the fire only two hours ago.

I looked at her hand too, it was red. Not bloody red, but a red-brown color.

"We need to get that fixed," I said.

"Where in this world are we gonna find medical treatments?" Asked Jazz.

I ran down the halls into a clinic. I was lucky to hit a clinic in the World Trade Center.

There were bandages, medicines, band aides, tools, rest beds, etc.

"Of coarse," annoyed Jazz as I got a little bowl and put on cold water, I'm surprised the water system was working at all. You'd think they'd turn it off after that catastrophe.

I put the little bowl in a moving tray and placed Jazz's hand in it.

After that, I got a bandage and an ice pack I found in a mini freezer I found in the office of the clinic. I believe every clinic has one or they're nuts.

I came back and took Jazz's hand out of the bowl and put the ice pack on her hand, then wrapped it up with the ice pack in her hand.

"Thanks," smiled Jazz as I smiled back.

"How 'bout we try riding those things," I smirked pointing at the wheel chairs.

"Are you nuts!?" Glared Jazz.

"Come on, nobody's here and this place is gonna go down anyways, how 'bout we have some fun for a while until the police get here?" I asked.

"I don't know about this. I guess there's no harm in crashing the place if it's gonna crash anyways," shrugged Jazz as she got up and sat on the wheelchair.

I got on the wheel chair and gave a pat on her shoulder.

"TAG! YOU'RE IT!!" I cried as I rolled out of the clinic as fast as I could.

"Oh no you don't," smirked Jazz as she started zooming right after me.

I started moving chairs, tables, toys I found at a daycare place, books, book shelves, and I'm not sure what else.

For the first time, I was having fun playing with Jazz and I saw a snack machine.

"I'm hungry," I said, "do you have change?"

"No," answered Jazz.

I got out of the wheelchair and got out an ax I found at a closet or something and started breaking down the plastic thing that was in the way of getting the snacks.

"Danny, that's stealing!" Glared Jazz.

"We're starving and nobody's gonna eat this, so we better get the food we can get here until the police rescue us," I told Jazz as I got a bag of cookies, "come on Jazzy, it's an All-You-Can-Eat Buffet."

Jazz got a bag and stuffed it with potato chips and candy bars.

"Hey look, now we have free drinks too!" I smiled excitedly as I used the ax to break into the soda machine.

Some smoke came out and there were drinks piled up. I was able to dig my hand to get Sprite and Dr. Pepper.

"What would you like?" I asked.

"I'll take Diet Mountain Due," answered Jazz as I threw her a Diet Mountain Due and she started drinking.

"Man, there should be more plane crashes, so we can have all the food and drinks we want," I smiled as we laughed.

"You know Danny, you rule," complimented Jazz as I gave a smile to that.