nine-one-one

On the day of september 11, 2001 , twelve year old solange was sitting down third row from the right, fifth seat back, concentrating really hard on remembering the spelling of the word "complicated". as i heard the bang from some one rapidly pushing the door open to enter the room, i looked up with a confused glare. the teacher from next door had made the disturbance. she didnt adress the class, nor the teacher, she made her way straight to the television and turned on channel 7. the news was on. the reporter was live in new york reporting how a plane had hit one of the twin towers. they called it, " a terrorist attack". me not knowing what it meant just glared through the tears of pain the images on t.v caused; you could literally see people jumping off what seemed to me like the 587,263,897 floor. besides what i have just recalled for you , the reader, i cannot remember any other actions on my part the rest of that day. even though that day marked everyones history, we will all remember exactly when, where and how we saw the tragedy of the twin towers.