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Today is September 11...9 years ago...I was a sophmore in highschool...it was like the 4th day of school...I got up at like 5:55am pst. My brother was already up and he was like "look! look what's happening!"
The first tower had already been hit and then...I got to see the 2nd tower got hit. I couldn't believe it. It felt like it was a movie or something, or like an aerial show gone wrong. I woke up my mom, but she was like "You have to go to school, just go."
She gave us a ride to school.
My first period class was P.E. They made us all go into the gym. Everybody was talking about it. It was sort of quiet, more like mumbling. We were all scared and nervous.
I had soccer practice that day. Our coach didn't want to cancel practice. So we got ready after school, put on our gear...we headed towards the fields...but then, our coach noticed something...it was quiet. There was no planes. Nothing. There wasn't that many cars on the street, so our coach told us to go home...we all got rides home.
It was the most scariest day ever I had ever experienced.
I know I will never forget.

I don't know who's fault it was even until this day, who owed what to whom, what president did what...that really doesn't matter, all I know is that we were all scared that day, we were all united.

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