September eleventh was an awful day. It was like a nightmare for
everyone. September eleventh is not a happy day for anyone. When I heard
about the first plane hitting the world trade center, I was at my old
school, sitting in my seat. My teacher brought in the tv and we watched
the replay of the second plane hitting the world trade center.
When I got home, my sister was there, sick, saying she saw the news too. So had my mom. We talked about it, sorry for the people in the world trade center. We turned on the tv and watched the news. We were very upset. We were angry towards Afganistan. I went to school the next day. We talked about it and spent half the day watching the news. We also wrote an essay in language. We wrote essays in language. We wrote about the planes hitting the twin towers, how we felt, and what we would do if we would do if we were in charge. We wrote in silence for a while, then we read our papers, turned them in, and sat down. Now that it's September eleventh again, you can buy a bunch of patriotic things. There's been a bunch of interviews too. Now I guess no one can forget that September day!
When I got home, my sister was there, sick, saying she saw the news too. So had my mom. We talked about it, sorry for the people in the world trade center. We turned on the tv and watched the news. We were very upset. We were angry towards Afganistan. I went to school the next day. We talked about it and spent half the day watching the news. We also wrote an essay in language. We wrote essays in language. We wrote about the planes hitting the twin towers, how we felt, and what we would do if we would do if we were in charge. We wrote in silence for a while, then we read our papers, turned them in, and sat down. Now that it's September eleventh again, you can buy a bunch of patriotic things. There's been a bunch of interviews too. Now I guess no one can forget that September day!