OK, here I am with my English projects again. this one is in two parts, but you can read them in any order you want, the project was basically a free for all, and I did a two part personal narrative, and I already turned it in (I got a 100 on one part!!!)

so yeah, the project is a two part account of 9-11. I chose the obvious views, a person inside the towers and a terrorist on the plane. NO!!!!! This is not a 'the terrorist turns good at the last second and everything is peachy keen' and neither is it an 'all arabs are terrorist and we should have a giant genocide party just for them' k? it's just a thing sort of documenting the happenings, now stop reading my babble and go read the damn story! Oh yeah, and I decided to put this as the beginning to the other one too, not sure why I said that, just thought you oughta know ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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"Live from: inside the towers"

"Hi, this is Diane Sawyer, on Good Morning America. Today there has been continuing unrest from the Middle East, with more suspected terrorist activities around."

John Hopkins started to shuffle papers on his desk as he listened to news on the TV posted in one corner of the office. He moved the mouse on his computer to get it off the screen saver, and logged into the company system as he heard the reporter say, "There have been some warnings of terrorist activity in."

He was just looking at his "In" tray and listening to the newscaster, when there was a huge explosion from nowhere. Pieces of glass from the windows went flying and John was knocked into his desk. He looked blearily up to see what hit him and saw only blurs of color. It was suddenly vitally important to John that he get OUT!

Even if his brain was not working, his body obviously was, because he found himself by the elevators, frantically pushing the button to call it before a second explosion suddenly rocked the building. Finally giving up, he ran down the hall, going with the rush to the stairs.

So many people were on the stairwell that it was creaking ominously, and John could hear voices screaming from above. Passing a window in he vaguely saw a flash of darkness go past then the view returned to the smoke filled sky. When he realized that it was a person who fell out of the levels above him, he ran faster down the stairs. He got to the lobby and was one of the people streaming away from the source of the mayhem and destruction.

Even after he got out of the immediate area, John continued running. He ran, dodging stopped cars, debris form the buildings, and other pedestrians. When John finally stopped running from everyone and everything, he was by what looked like an office building. He went into the deserted lobby, and curled up into a chair in the corner and promptly passed out.

It was the pounding in his head that finally awoke John. That and the smell of the vomit running down is chest. He was in a sterile looking hospital room with an IV of a clear liquid that looked like water in his arm. He looked around blearily and saw a nurse hurrying by.

A croaking sound came from his throat when he tried to talk, but soon another nurse came in and said, "Good morning" Again the croaking sound emerged from his throat, and the nurse told him that a passerby had brought him in. As she helped him change out of the soiled hospital gown, she told him that he had a mild concussion and that, at the moment, he was severely dehydrated. She then asked him his name, address, and a family member's name and phone number.

Just when was about to go to sleep again, John remembered that he had read that victims of concussions sometimes had crazy dreams while unconscious, and were disoriented when the finally woke up. "That must be it," he thought, "it was just a dream, It wasn't real"

Outside his window, what remained of the twin towers smoked and clouded up the sky.

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So there it is, tell me if ya like it or whatever, I use flames to light my cigarettes