Hey fellow readers! Im on my way home from my weekend somewhere (you actually think I would tell you where I am?). Listening to Born This Way by Gaga. Im drinking some Red Bull so I can stake awake and WRITE! I was born this way! Mmmm oh yeah! And my dog next to me takes up three and a half seats. Good thing I am skinner that I used to! Anyway a few people were confused about this. What I am trying to show… well Nina and the house were 16 and 17 when this happened. 9/11 happened in 2001, but just picture it if they were this age when it happened. Does that make more sense?

A second plane had hit the Twin Towers.

My uncle.

My brother.

My gran.

My dad's best friend.

I could NOT loose them like I lost my parents. Who would I go with? I had no more family! My uncle doesn't have a wife. My mom doesn't have any siblings. Thoughts crowded my mind.

I fell to my knees in horror of the screen.

"Nina… Nina…" I know Fabian couldn't say it would be okay. Because no one in the WORLD knew if it would be all right. He pulled me into a hug. I never showed my fears, but a few tears slid down my cheek. Fabian quickly helped me up, and wiped my tears away. I put my forehead against his chest, and started to bawl, letting my emotions take over.

Mara was crying, because her brother too, worked in the Twin Towers. Mick had his arms around her. Amber was bawling, like me. Amber might be a shopaholic, but she definitely cared about others. Patricia wasn't crying, but had her head down in sorrow. Alfie was with Amber, patting her back. (AN.- this takes place after Prom) Trudy was like Amber, both so close and caring. So she was crying too. Amber and Trudy had always been close after Amber's mom died when she was three. So did Trudy's. Jerome was just sitting. His sister was on a business trip in New York. In the Trade Centers. He didn't know which one, but it was a possibility that it was those towers. Those majestic, proud landmarks. Fabian just looked stunned, and was trying to hold it in, and comfort me.

I looked up at him, my mascara on his shirt, along with some black tears. He kissed my forehead, set me on the couch and went to the kitchen. I kept watching the Towers covered with smoke. If you haven't seen the Twin Towers, they are huge, 110 stories. Along with four other buildings that make up the World Trade Center. Four hundred thousand (400,000) companies with over one hundred twenty-five thousand visitors each day.

The smoke was the blackest black. When I turned on the news after a call from my friend, I thought it was a movie. So I flipped through channels, then the sharp pain came upon me. This was real. I had screamed quiet loudly, and everyone came in the common room, Fabian and Amber first, for they had heard my scream before with the whole Rufus situation.

Fabian came back with a hot chocolate with marshmallows for the whole house with some cookies. He put the rainbow marshmallows in mine, and I gave a sad smile to him. Like the kind Grum made. (Grum= Gran. I call my Gran that, so I can relate a little more. Just go with it k?)

The news just kept going on. Every word just seemed to pierce my heart. The news reporter seemed a little more worried now, and more emotion in his voice. I could hear one woman in the background crying hysterically. She probably knew someone in the Towers.

"And operators have been getting calls from inside the buildings. One call was from a man on one airplane who had managed to get a hold of a phone. He said that the pilots are dead, and some passengers have been stabbed with box cutter knives. The hijackers are trying to steer the plane back around, heading to the White House. He and some other will try to take over the plane, and crash it somewhere else. And we al…" A deep rumbling cut him off. I stood up.

"NO!" I screamed. I fell to the floor. "PLEASE NO! P-p-lease!" But it was too late. The rumbling had grown and grew. A violent shake had shaken the camera, even miles away from the Tower. The skyscraper came down vertically in a blink of an eye. It was like a mushroom of smoke. I can't even explain it. Even now, it hurts. The smoke traveled, at a speed of at least 190 m.p.h.

"TYLER!" Mara screamed, with agony in her voice. "Tyler…. Tyler…" She fell to the floor, like me. We both pounded our fists on the carpet, and crawled over and hugged each other. I could see in her eyes the fear. The terror. The emotion. Fabian got on the floor with me, and kneeled. I put my head in his lap. The helplessness was unbearable. The anger I had was indescribable. My home. The poor, innocent lives of the citizens of New York. And tourists.

The wife's sobs had turned into blood screams. So had mine.

"THAT'S NOT P-p-p-posssiblleee! Who did this? What about Grum? And Uncle John? And Trevor!" My hands were in my hair now. I was gasping for air. Something was constricting my lungs.

Amber was rubbing her eyes, while Trudy was hugging her. For once, I didn't think she cared about her makeup. Mick was stroking Mara's hair. Jerome had his hands in his hair. We all knew his parent didn't really care about him, so he had always looked up to Stephanie. His older sister was there to help him grow up. From dressing him in the morning, to sending Christmas gifts. But probably not this year. What about Gran? And Uncle John? And my basically second dad! And Eric? Eric… he was the guy I looked up to. The brother that would beat up anyone who hurt me. Who gave my first boyfriend a freaking, painful black eye.

Fabian quickly turned off the TV. Exhausted and traumatized, my vision went black.

Well? It's longer. Five pages! Oww my back hurts! Anyway please review!