The Seaside.
9/11
I was late again. I remember rising from my slumber with great regret and ordering my zombiefied body to make its way toward the bathroom. I hated my job, it’s not like I was important just an assistant, running around being everyone’s slave and taking orders. And what made it worst.. It was my first day at this new job in the north tower of the world trade centre. The time was half eight when I finally managed to start making my way towards the tower. I had to scurry though large crowds of people; swerving in and out of people like a maze you couldn’t escape, but I would take going through that maze over the upcoming event I was about to endure. Everything seemed so normal, I could hear people cursing at people who had been pushed into one another, I heard the chatter of the people on their mind traps lately known as mobile phones and the chaos in front of me seemed so - normal. I looked at my watch, the time was eight forty and still trying to make me way through the crowd I remember the sudden rumbling noise, like a giant’s stomach growl, alas I knew that that was not the source of the noise. People around me started in wonder at one another all thinking the same thing, where was this noise coming from? And almost in a split second I saw this huge metal beast descend from the cloud and head straight towards the north tower; and then..
BANG!!!!!
The noise echoed throughout the streets and everyone had stopped in their tracks to place their eyes on the horror that lay before them. i don’t know why; but I sprinted towards the tower, dashing and crashing into people ignoring all the cries and gasping from the people around me. I had no plan, I had no idea what I was doing or planned on doing all I knew was that there were people in the tower and I was supposed to be one of them. By the time my feet had carried me through large crowds and bellowing on lookers, the tower had been marked off and police cars and ambulances descended onto the streets. I urged
I was late again. I remember rising from my slumber with great regret and ordering my zombiefied body to make its way toward the bathroom. I hated my job, it’s not like I was important just an assistant, running around being everyone’s slave and taking orders. And what made it worst.. It was my first day at this new job in the north tower of the world trade centre. The time was half eight when I finally managed to start making my way towards the tower. I had to scurry though large crowds of people; swerving in and out of people like a maze you couldn’t escape, but I would take going through that maze over the upcoming event I was about to endure. Everything seemed so normal, I could hear people cursing at people who had been pushed into one another, I heard the chatter of the people on their mind traps lately known as mobile phones and the chaos in front of me seemed so - normal. I looked at my watch, the time was eight forty and still trying to make me way through the crowd I remember the sudden rumbling noise, like a giant’s stomach growl, alas I knew that that was not the source of the noise. People around me started in wonder at one another all thinking the same thing, where was this noise coming from? And almost in a split second I saw this huge metal beast descend from the cloud and head straight towards the north tower; and then..
BANG!!!!!
The noise echoed throughout the streets and everyone had stopped in their tracks to place their eyes on the horror that lay before them. i don’t know why; but I sprinted towards the tower, dashing and crashing into people ignoring all the cries and gasping from the people around me. I had no plan, I had no idea what I was doing or planned on doing all I knew was that there were people in the tower and I was supposed to be one of them. By the time my feet had carried me through large crowds and bellowing on lookers, the tower had been marked off and police cars and ambulances descended onto the streets. I urged