Her voice was telling me to stay calm, this is normal,everyone goes through this. But I knew that something was wrong, it stung and I was not supposed to feel anything. Every kid gets a contact in their eye when they turned 11, today was my 11th birthday. I felt them touch my eye, she told me that the contact was in, and my world went dark…… **** The man in the arena was about 6ft 1in and looked about 200 pounds, he was looking in the crowd for his opponent, not on top of the building next door. The fighting arena was in an old tavern down in the slums, there was a hole on the side of the arena and I was perched up on the old factory building waiting to see the winner of the new fight. The man had picked a tall buff women, I recognized her, she was my last fight yesterday I played with her for a little bit …show more content…
At last the woman punched him straight in the jaw and he flew in the air five feet and landed hard, I heard a CRACK as his spine broke when he hit the floor. **** “This is my son, James,” his father stated to a coworker who he was trying to impress. “Nice to meet you James, I take it you have met my son Theodore?” he inquired. Of course I have had and we hate each other, but I knew if I told the man this that there would be an issue, a big issue. Mother told me to smile and be a pretty statue, only answer politely and tell people what they want to hear so that's what I will do. “Of course I have, we had a few classes together, I never fully got to know him but I wish that I had,” James replied innocently. They talked and I zoned out thinking and using my eye phone to search up news, the first thing I found brought ice into my blood, Man Killed At Fighting Arena Earlier Today, I felt dead. The fighting arena was a fast way for the poor to earn money and was supposed to be safe, no deaths ever, until today. “James, are you listening to me, what post are you at for training?” the government worker
"A plane just crashed right into one of the Twin Towers!" Someone yelled. People were screaming because they were on fire. Others were fleeing for their life, but all I could do was stare in awe at the smoking hole in one of the biggest towers in New York. September 11, 2001, one of the most devastating days for me, and for all of America.
The morning of 9/11 I wasn’t going to go to work because I had an allergy appointment,
It was a sunny day here in New Jersey, I was getting ready to go see the Twin towers memorial the next day."Julie! Come down here please we need to talk!"said my mother.
“Don’t look down” the wind whispers tenderly as it blows through my golden trusses. Trifling detailed fragments of snow fall from the skies above, meeting the horizon. They are the calmness in this storm. My storm. The jagged icy glaciers, sharp as a knife, smooth as silk, tower overhead. Every breath I take is a battle, every thought is a war and every step is one closer to the end.
September 11, 2001 began as any ordinary day for Elvia Hogan as she left her home and headed for work. She recalled the sun shining and the sky a bright blue as she entered the counseling office at Hunter High School. As she approached her desk, she opened her computer to find the unbelievable image of an airplane in the top of one of the World Trade Center buildings. Phones were ringing, as the counselors began watching the news to follow what was happening when suddenly, a second plane flew into the neighboring tower.
Objectivity is largely debated when questioning the ability to trust a source. It is common that texts, movies, and other media sources have biases when giving their interpretation of an event, regardless if the source desires to be as objective as possible, or not. In other words, it is difficult to stay 100% objective when demonstrating your opinion on a topic. The 9/11 debate is widespread among the American public, and even much of the world. Some individuals and groups are passionate in proving there is a greater conspiracy at work by the American government, while on the other hand some citizens choose not to think about 9/11. Complete objectivity is hard to achieve, although Debunking 9/11 Myths is the most objective source because it presents both sides with little subjectivity.
I let him get close. I let him do this. But there would be no more of that. I would pick up the pieces of the battle the same way I was picking up the pieces of my family. I didn't want him to be close to me anymore, I didn't want his body overpowering my own. He had no right to hold his height over me, to throw himself around so carelessly. He had knocked me over one time too many and I had no problem letting him
When 9/11/2001 occurred I was sitting in the lunch room at Good Year Elementary School in Brunswick Georgia eating lunch. My classmates and I was talking normally like we always did until one of the lunch monitors told us to be quiet. I didn’t know exactly what was going on at the time. I just knew something serious had just happened. One of my teachers told the class that a plane had hit the Twin Towers. The teachers then turn on the television as all of us watch not exactly understanding what had happen or what the cause of it was. I remember some of the teacher crying while others got on their cells phones trying to contract their families in New York City, but the lines was so busy. That whole day I remember just sitting in class watching
As kids, we were all warned about the basics. Call 911 for emergencies, tell an adult if someone touches you or even tell the teacher when someone says a bad word. But what happens when something happens to the last person you’d think it would happen to.. Yourself. Who could you actually turn to, and when the time struck, how would the words flow out to confess the crime done to you. Or even worse, would the words come out at all? “Can you tell me what happened exactly?” “It's okay to talk to us, we’re here to help you, not hurt you.” The words kept ringing in my head. But was it okay to talk to them? Speak of the unspeakable with people... people I didn't know, nor trust? Being so young I had no idea what was going on. As my heart was racing,
The catastrophic day of 9/11 will always be remembered as a day of loss, and a day that made America stronger. I interviewed my mother, Iryna Getman on this horrific day. My mother immigrated here in July of 2001 from Berdyansk, Ukraine. Here is her story.
September 11, 2001 is the day four planes were hijacked and three crashed into important buildings, while the last crashed into a field. And today all the grief, devastation, great sacrifice, and total annihilation will be remembered throughout time as 9/11. To tell you everything would take forever, so instead I will tell you how my mother saw it. It was on a day we all know as 9/11, there was a house on Quimby Way in Sacramento, California. And in this house, my mother was going throughout her day as usual, which most likely involved laundry, dishes, and watching two children by the name of Alanna and Christopher, when she saw the news. “Is this really happening? This can’t be true! Was it an accident? Oh my god, both towers! What would ever make someone do that? This is terrible, why is it even happening in the first place? Why? Why?
September 11, 2001 I was in my freshman year at Pasadena High School sitting in my second period classroom. I remember the teacher turning the television on and a silence falling over the room. Watching the news and continuing on the remainder of the week at home it felt as if some terrible movie was being shown. At the time I was still very immature and although I thought what was going on was very saddening I did not realze the magnitute of the event.
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?"
Claire stared in awe at the crystal clear water rushing down. She had been to this land many times, but this was the first time she had ever seen this beautiful waterfall. As Claire stood there watching the water, a giant sky blue dragon soared in front of the waterfall. She looked down at her watch, even though when she was in this world time froze in the regular world. Slowly, she turned to walk back to reality. As she slipped the golden key into the keyhole, the portal opened. Claire walked back into reality and set the beautiful ancient key into her desk drawer.
James B. Meigs is the former editor-in-chief of the popular magazine publication, Popular Mechanics, which is a magazine publication that specializes in reporting on the what’s to know of the science and technology world. Ergo, their audience wouldn’t be comprised of the average news reader looking for their daily dose of what’s going on in the world. The sort of people who would read this magazine would most likely be those fascinated with the realm of science and technology, as stated was the magazine's main dedication, henceforth these people would be allured by logical reasoning and precise facts. Meigs’ article “Debunking the 9/11 Myths: Special Report” and its subsequent follow up “The Conspiracy Theory: Afterward to PM Expanded Investigation”