Hola! This is probably going to be a three shot. I did a research paper on 9/11, and… I can't even find words. Anyway, this is in Nina's P.O.V., when 9/11 happened. Nina's Gran just came for a visit, and she was in Flight 77, the plane that passengers bravely took over to try to land safely. Unfortunately, the terrorists were too strong. They did manage not to crash into the original target, The White House. This is for the brave souls on that plane. I cannot find words to thank you enough. They did all die, but this is for everyone else involved, or whose families were involved in 9/11. Even if you saw it, this isn't even a fraction of what fear came that day. I should have another one shot coming soon, but only one since I decided to write this early.
God Bless those who lost loved ones in 9/11. I know I cannot even write that would compare to your fear, anger, and sadness. You have my respect. :]
"Nina, I am sure everything is fine! New York buildings always have a plan, and everyone is evacuating as we speak." Fabian said, putting a hand on my shoulder. He was trying to comfort me, as always. He jinxed it, may I add.
"… and it seems that people on the top floors cannot evacuate because the stairs are blocked." The news reporter continued, acting like he had more important things to do.
"What the hell is that?" I screamed pointing to TV., as I saw a small, dark flying object crash into the Twin Towers.
The house went silent. Everyone's eyes popped out of their heads. Even Alfie didn't make an alien comment.
"… Gran… GRAN! THAT WAS A PLANE! A FUCKING PLANE! SHE COULD BE DEAD! WHAT IF THAT WAS HER PLANE!" I screamed at the whole house, aggravated and speechless. I turned away from the TV., and looked up at Fabian. Everyone's eyes didn't leave the screen.
"Fabian! That's my HOME! That's my GRAN!" I said, starting to cry. Patricia, Amber, Mara, Mick, Alfie, Jerome, Trudy and Fabian all gasped. I turned around, my hair spinning.
A second plane had hit.
Short I know, but the next chapter should be longer. Review!