Hey y'all! I know this is kinda an unexpected addition... but I felt an urge to write this. I remember what happened on this day and I have a feeling I will for the rest of my life. I honestly was scared outta my mind, i was 5 years old and I was living in Alabama. I was scared something was going to happen to my dad. Or my family, I had a friend whose dad was flying to Colorado I think and I was scared he was in one of those planes. I remember asking my mom "Where's New York? Are we safe? Is daddy okay?" I was concerned for everyone, i remeber praying for the firefighters and teh first responders and the families of those people who were in the building.

Well thats enough of my flashback, here's the story.

*Disclaimer* Not mine I am a teenage girl sorry :)

Percy's POV.

10 years ago today, I was 8 years old. I was living in New York I had just arrived to school. I was in my homeroom class and all of the sudden I heard sirens. Its not uncommon to hear sirens in New York. The intercom dinged, " Tornado Drill!" I looked out the window confused, what I saw was this white stuff falling from the sky. It looked like snow, but being September I knew it wasn't. I heard my teacher say my name trying to get my attention. I just stared at her, fear gripping my every move. She came over to me and knelt down. I know your scared, but you need to go now. I looked at her face it was kind, but stern. She looked like that goddess Hera from my history book. I rose out of my seat and took her hand, gripping it so hard that my knuckles turned white. My knees quaked as I took those steps. I was scared. My mother was working in a restaurant as a waitress. I was afraid she was in danger. We walked into the bathroom. It had no windows and I felt trapped. I looked at the sink with a longing for water. I got up and turned it on. I took a drink the water comforted me. I felt stronger. I sat back down and went to my happy place. I imagined that I was on the beach in Montauk. My mom was there and so was my dad even though I never knew him. He was sitting on the blanket with my mom. She was smiling, he looked kind. He smiled and wrinkles formed around his eyes. He had a glow about him that was a blueish gold hue. He turned to me and I recognized his smile. It was a lot like my own. He had graying black hair, green eyes, and he was tan like he worked outside a lot. I blink and I am back in that bathroom, there are girls in a corner crying. I see silent tears running down my teachers faces. I ask, " What's a matter its only a tornado drill?" My music teacher looks at me a grins sadly, " Son, this isn't a tornado drill. There has been a tragedy."

I wonder what he was talking about, recognition struck, the "snow".

"It was ashes wasn't it Mr. Sol?

"Yes it was."

"What burned?"

"The Twin towers."

I look at him incredulously, "Y-you mean –"

I stop I don't want to say what is on my mind. I was scared for my life. I was scared for the people who worked there. I almost wondered if my dad had come back and forgotten about me and he worked there. I wondered where my mom was. I wondered if I'd see her again. I wondered if my school was gonna blow up. I was afraid. Fear took control. I started weeping. I cried for the pain of the thoughts that gripped my mind. My fears were my enemy I wanted to go home. I wanted for the first time in my life to be anywhere but New York. I wanted to be at the beach where I felt the safest. Where I felt stronger, like I could do anything; fight monsters, lift an oil rig from the ocean floor. I was for the first time in a long time truly afraid. I wanted to be at home with my mom and now that she was safe! I heard the intercom ring again saying that school is releasing early but we have to go to our classrooms and wait till our parents came and got us from the school.

I sat and waited there was a stone cold silence that was as thick as the smoke. These next few moments felt like hours. I waited for my name to be called so I could go to my mother. The principal came on the intercom "Percy Jackson your mother's here"

I stood and looked at my teacher, she sent me a sad smile and sent me on my way after she hugged me.

I teared up again, "Thanks Mrs. Marry" (A/N I had a hard time coming up with a name… in case you didn't notice I thought oh what the heck…) I walked as calmly as I could to the office. I passed the window. I saw the best thing ever, my mom who I was afraid I had lost. I started weeping. I ran into her open arms. She said "You know I'll never leave you, I'll stand by you. I wont let anyone hurt you-" She started to cry. I was still weeping at this point. I was crying so hard that I started hiccupping, she walked over to the water faucet and grabbed me a paper cup. She filled it with water and handed it to me. I drank and instantly felt better. We left the school and went to go home. I looked out the car window at the New York skyline that I knew. There was something missing. I looked towards where the towers had been this morning and every morning I had looked out there before. I silently cried that my father would have been with me at that moment. I cried out all of the tears I had for today, we finally reached home and there was a voicemail from a strange man, "Son, I will never desert you… I love you-" the machine cut off. I figured it was a wrong number, since that seemed to happen a lot for us, but something about his voice, it was familiar, for some strange reason it sounded like the voice in my head. I looked at my mom, she was weeping. I ran over to her and gave her a hug and patted her on the back. We walked to the living room and turned on the T.V. and there on that small screen was what I had been dreading to see all morning. The news stories and they played the clip over and over, my mom changed the channel after the second playing. I watched the show mindlessly as the clip played over and over again in my brain. I was in shock. I kept hearing that voicemail too. I thought maybe just maybe it was my father.

*Present Day*

I sat here with my girlfriend, Annabeth, as we were watching the tape from the attack. I replayed that moment in my life over and over again. I started crying. I know its not manly to cry. Watching that video was like being there again. I could remember the ashes falling down. I could remember the sound of the sirens. I felt like I was there again, I felt a hand touch my face, I look down, Annabeth's eyes are full of concern. I give a weak smile. "I was there, I was in school when it happened it was one of the worst days of my life."

I am kinda hoping that some of you cried, I almost cried and I was writing it! I am developing my idea for the next chapter and the rest of the stories. I hope to get it up by next weekend. I know that seems like a long time! but i want it to be good!

Thanks for reading! Please review!