A/N: This isn't a chapter; it's a tribute to 9/11. It's been buzzing around
in my head like a bee, and now I can finally write. It only took ALL DAY.
Here we go.
(This was written on 9/11/02) A Year Ago Today:
It's strange what I remember and what I don't about that day. I don't remember waking up, or eating breakfast, or what songs I heard on the radio or music videos I saw on TV. I watch music videos every day, so I have a good song stuck in my head for the rest of the day. I don't remember what those were. I don't remember what the schedule was that day, or even getting to school.
The first thing I do remember is walking down the halls. My school is pretty crowded, so I was back to back in a throng of people. Two guys were talking behind me.
"These people," one was saying, "don't even know there was a terrorist attack."
I didn't know what they were talking about, I didn't even really care, and I had to get to class, wherever that was.
The next thing I do remember is when our principal announced what had happened. I was in lunch, sharing a circular table with my friend Ramona and some seniors. At least, I'm pretty sure it was Ramona. Anyways, I don't remember what my principal said. But I do remember the face of the senior between Ramona and me. She was Asian, and I couldn't read her expression.
The next thing I remember was getting home. I turned on the TV, and, shock and amazement; every channel was the same thing. The endless reel of the towers being hit and falling. There were also shots of the horrendous gash in the Pentagon. Even on my beloved VH1, where I had, only maybe five hours ago, had sang to whatever I had sung to. I pulled my cat Tut, who's dead now, into my lap. He was great at knowing when you were sad or sick, and didn't try to get away. That's all I remember about what happened a year ago today.
Today:
Today, I got up, and didn't even realize what day it was, even though it hadn't left my thoughts for the last week. I listened to the end of "With Or Without You" by U2, while doing my pushups and sit-ups. Then, there was Martin Luther King, Jr.'s "I Have a Dream" sermon being played over "In the Name of Love" by U2. Then I knew. Today, I listen to a favorite song on a CD, so I'm positive to have a good song stuck in my head. I listened to "May Angels Lead You In" by Jimmy Eat World. If you've ever heard the song, you know it was very appropriate under the circumstances. I shed a tear or two, the only to be shed by me that day. I'm not much for crying, except when I watch A Little Princess, but that's besides the point.
I won't describe my entire day to you, but suffice it to say, we had a moment of silence in Concert Choir (the first had been in Art, but not on the same day, I don't remember what day it was). In American Government, we got a newspaper-like packet of 9/11 columns, I didn't read them, didn't want to get newspaper ink on my hands. We also got a magazine with 9/11 articles. Those were interesting. But I'd been dying to write this all day. I think that's all I want to say.
A/N: I hope you'll see this interruption in the story for what it is, feelings I didn't get a chance to express on that day. I hadn't been registered yet here. I'd like to thank the creators of fanfiction.net for allowing this kind of expression to exist. I don't know what I'd do without it. I'd never been to the World Trade Center, or the Pentagon, I regret it so much. God bless you all, back to the story.
(This was written on 9/11/02) A Year Ago Today:
It's strange what I remember and what I don't about that day. I don't remember waking up, or eating breakfast, or what songs I heard on the radio or music videos I saw on TV. I watch music videos every day, so I have a good song stuck in my head for the rest of the day. I don't remember what those were. I don't remember what the schedule was that day, or even getting to school.
The first thing I do remember is walking down the halls. My school is pretty crowded, so I was back to back in a throng of people. Two guys were talking behind me.
"These people," one was saying, "don't even know there was a terrorist attack."
I didn't know what they were talking about, I didn't even really care, and I had to get to class, wherever that was.
The next thing I do remember is when our principal announced what had happened. I was in lunch, sharing a circular table with my friend Ramona and some seniors. At least, I'm pretty sure it was Ramona. Anyways, I don't remember what my principal said. But I do remember the face of the senior between Ramona and me. She was Asian, and I couldn't read her expression.
The next thing I remember was getting home. I turned on the TV, and, shock and amazement; every channel was the same thing. The endless reel of the towers being hit and falling. There were also shots of the horrendous gash in the Pentagon. Even on my beloved VH1, where I had, only maybe five hours ago, had sang to whatever I had sung to. I pulled my cat Tut, who's dead now, into my lap. He was great at knowing when you were sad or sick, and didn't try to get away. That's all I remember about what happened a year ago today.
Today:
Today, I got up, and didn't even realize what day it was, even though it hadn't left my thoughts for the last week. I listened to the end of "With Or Without You" by U2, while doing my pushups and sit-ups. Then, there was Martin Luther King, Jr.'s "I Have a Dream" sermon being played over "In the Name of Love" by U2. Then I knew. Today, I listen to a favorite song on a CD, so I'm positive to have a good song stuck in my head. I listened to "May Angels Lead You In" by Jimmy Eat World. If you've ever heard the song, you know it was very appropriate under the circumstances. I shed a tear or two, the only to be shed by me that day. I'm not much for crying, except when I watch A Little Princess, but that's besides the point.
I won't describe my entire day to you, but suffice it to say, we had a moment of silence in Concert Choir (the first had been in Art, but not on the same day, I don't remember what day it was). In American Government, we got a newspaper-like packet of 9/11 columns, I didn't read them, didn't want to get newspaper ink on my hands. We also got a magazine with 9/11 articles. Those were interesting. But I'd been dying to write this all day. I think that's all I want to say.
A/N: I hope you'll see this interruption in the story for what it is, feelings I didn't get a chance to express on that day. I hadn't been registered yet here. I'd like to thank the creators of fanfiction.net for allowing this kind of expression to exist. I don't know what I'd do without it. I'd never been to the World Trade Center, or the Pentagon, I regret it so much. God bless you all, back to the story.
