AN- This was originally written for my English class. We had to write something about the attacks, and, as always, my friend Penny Clearwater (pen name) and I asked to do fiction. And it made my teacher cry, so.



In a small town in Oregon, a young girl, probably in her teens, sits in her room crying. A television was on, and on the screen were terrifying images of a plane crashing into a tower. As she sobs, a picture of a middle-aged woman falls out of her hands. This woman could only be her mother. After a few minutes she sits up straight, and plans a trip to the attack site. She vows to leave as soon as possible.

Across the nation, an older boy in Rhode Island works diligently on polishing a car. The car already shines, yet he continues to wipe it furiously. He had nothing but the recent attacks in his mind, and he paid no attention to anything else. He thankfully didn't know anybody who worked at the places hit, but he felt a rage unlike anything else. Sighing, he threw the rag into a bucket, jumped in it, and drove to the local airport.

In Texas, a middle-aged man sat at a table outside a small convenience store. He was collecting money for the September 11th fund, but no one was paying. He just couldn't stand there and take this. He had to help in a more hands-on, a more intense way. He decided to abandon his job here and spend his tine as a rescue worker in New York City.

Meanwhile, in Maine, an old woman with a wise and gentle aura sat in her rocking chair on her front porch. She had just came home from her church where she was a member of the choir. She had recently heard the news of the attacks, and something was troubling her, but she didn't know what it was. A minute later, she let out a resigned sigh and a slight smile of someone who knew what they had to do. She called a taxi and asked the driver kindly to drive her to the airport.

A day later, outside the collapsed Twin Towers, a young Muslim girl, an African-American boy slightly older, a Chinese middle-aged man, and an old Russian woman unexpectedly met.