9/11: A Short Story

BEEP! BEEP! “Already,” James moaned. “I thought I had the snooze set for thirty minutes.” James thought to himself. Before he could even get out of bed, James's mother swung open the door so hard that he could have sworn she made a dent in the wall. “JAMES! YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL AGAIN! THIS IS THE THIRD TIME THIS WEEK, AND IT IS ONLY WEDNESDAY!” James quickly sprang up from his bed and began to apologize until he was interrupted as she continued to give him a lecture. She calmed down but then proceed to sass with, “Not only are you late, but your room has also seemed to be hit with a tornado. I want this cleaned up after you come home from school or else I’ll be sure you can’t feel your behind after I am done with you.” James

All I wanted was moments with my mom when I was nine; I did not get it. What about age ten, eleven, and twelve? My whole childhood was snatched out from under me, and I had to grow up way to fast. Don’t worry, I did not blame you. I blamed myself until I was fifteen. It was my fault my mother tried to drown my sisters and me. I saw signs and clues. I could tell she was not acting herself, but I said nothing. I didn’t go and ask another grownup for help. I put my sisters’ lives in danger, because I didn’t protect them.

Claire Alistar shifts in her seat to cross her right ankle primly over her left and readjusts her large, black sunglasses so that they sit farther down on her nose so that she looks even more unimpressed. "Beck got caught during a job in cicily? Really? Cicily?"

"Is it that hard to be serious for once?!" I yelled. Matt looked speechless. "You know what? Just forget about it." I sighed as I slammed the door behind me.

What if people mastered everything the first time they tried, would that steal our individuality? What if people were honest, would that really make everything better? What if all crimes were solved, would we really be safe? What if we all gave up our faults and flaws, would we really be perfect? Our world is cruel and people are here to tear you down, or are we just not doing our job of building each other up?

Sarah walked over to the window anixously waiting for her best friend to come over so they can hang out at their secret spot. Sarah decided while she waits for her best friend Grey, she would eat some cookies with milk. She walked over to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk and grabed 3 cookies. "Umm... So tasty!" she says, as she took a bite from the sweet melting chocolate cookie. Ad time pasted Sarah became worried as she wondered if Grey was comein. All of a sudden the door bell rang and she jumped off her chair and ran to open the door and Grey was standing. " What took you so long, I was worried you wouldn't come today." "Sorry I was late, I had to stop at the store for my mom, and speaking od the store I bought some things to take

She smiled at the sound of her music. She walked her usual route to school. That normal shrub, that normal tree, that normal building. She sighed at all of the normal things that she passed every day. She just hoped that something else would happen, something exciting. She got the wind knocked out of her as she was pushed out of the way from an unknown force, and an unknown reason. She looked back in time to see that a man had pushed her out of the way as an SUV and a Semi-truck collided with each other. The that stood in front of her was telling her something, but she couldn’t hear anything from the blasting of her headphones. She was too in shock to move, or remove her headphones to hear the man. The police siren sounded off in the distance. She felt the fire

This story is going to be based off of AHS. It will include some similarities to the show.

I was just a kid when this happened. A man leaned near me. His eyes where dark red almost black to the whites of his eyes. He was so close his nose was almost touching mine. I felt his breath when he said "we all have it in here. We are all infected."

“It’s good bonding time with Tamaki. You know, that thing I was sent here by my grandmother to do? You act like I chose this. What do you want me to do?” I fumed. I certainly hadn’t wanted to start my morning arguing over the phone with Eric, and I was not feeling refreshed by the experience.

His jaw had been slack since he'd fist showed up outside Rowan's window. He'd been talking about things that Rowan didn't understand, things he probably didn't either. Jack had a soft look on his face, one that didn't suit him. He still couldn't manage to look peaceful.

September 11, 2001, was the most horrifying day. Tony Ruiz explained how he felt on 9/11, the most shocking day everyone will remember. “I remember getting a call, calling me back in the base,” he said. Tony had finished his years in the Marine Corps and was finally home with his pregnant wife. “It was a horrible tragedy, a lot of families we’re gone this day of 9/11. Some families were lost on this day no one will ever forget.”

Dispatchers received what they thought was a concerned call from a grandson trying to get help for his grandmother when the phone call began, things soon changed though.

It was a chilly morning on September 11, 2017, when Will Boulder and his best friend, Jeremy, boarded the Boeing 737. Will was an optimistic and bossy person. Jeremy was pessimistic, sarcastic, and he had bad jokes like; “What do you call a cow that's laying on the ground? Ground beef!” Anyway, they were headed to see their parents and were flying from Chicago to Toronto since both of their parents lived there. Shortly into the flight, an unidentified aircraft flew alongside them.

Coming off the bus from my first full week of middle school, I vividly remember the abnormal absence of cars in the driveway. Using the spare key under the “welcome” mat, I opened the door only to find an empty house with the lights still on, TV running, and cold leftovers. As an eleven year-old coming home to an unusually vacant house, panic flooded my body. Immediately, I sprinted to the home phone and frantically dialed my mother. The dissonance rings that followed as I hit the call button seemed to last a lifetime; my breath drew still as those consistent buzzes stopped and my mother's comforting voice answered “hello”. The pounding in my chest ceased, yet worry still overpowered my conscience. She explained that she and my father had to abruptly leave to