
“Turn to page 102, we need to finish this next chapter” Ms. Goodson told the class as she sat in front with her long purple flowered dress.
I love this book so far. I actually never loved reading before but secretly, I already finished this book. She gave us two daily chapters to read at home but after the first few, I was hooked and couldn’t put it down. (The Outsiders was the book that would spark my reading interest)
I turned to page 102 as the thought of Johnny still ached in my heart.
The loud speaker came on.
“The following students, please grab your stuff and head to the front office. You are going home.”
We sat in silence as a long list of student’s names was being listed off. Confusion on all our faces as well as my teacher.
The classroom phone rang.
Ms. Goodson walked towards it with a look of stress. “This is Goodson.” She responded to the phone. “Ohh okay.” She responded with a click.
She walked to our rolling tv and plugged it in. “The principal said it was okay to show us. Something happened in our nation.” She said as she turned the tv on and searched for the news station.
Just then the images of burning buildings and sirens filled the screen. The news reporter looked with fear and large eyes. “We just received word that there are further threats around our nation.”
“What’s going on?” One of my classmates asked Ms. Goodson.
She looked fearful as she explained to the whole class. “I am not sure but it looks like those planes hit the buildings on purpose. It’s okay kids. We are safe at school.”
“Then why are all these kids being picked up?” Another student questioned her.
“Because this has never happened before.” Ms. Goodson tried to explain.
The loud speaker came on.
“The following students, please grab your stuff and head to the front office. You are going home.” The front office staff listed another long list of names.
By the end of the day, it was only a handful of students left in each classroom. I was one of them. Teachers tried to comfort us as to why our parents didn’t come get us. I knew my mom would not be able to as she had to work, and it was also her birthday and she had breakfast at school with my little sisters.
The whole day, our teachers tried to explain in their own protective words what was happening in our country. They allowed us to watch the news but then other teachers choose to let us talk and watch movies.
This day was before internet, was before social media apps, was before rapid fire information. We could only rely on images on the tv.
“My mom is a flight attendant, she had a flight to Boston. What if she is dead? What if she was on that plane?” A classmate asked our teacher with tears in her eyes. Our teacher comforted her as best as she could. She was later picked up and thankfully her mom was okay.
My mom picked us up at the regular dismissal time. She was sad and explained she knew we were safe at school. We didn’t mind as we stayed with our friends and teachers let us watch movies. We then went to dinner at a local restaurant for her birthday. It was empty, we were the only ones there. We went to a local Chinese Buffet and they had the tvs on the news. The images played over and over again while we ate in silence and asked our mom, “why?”. She had no response but said “let’s pray for all those people.”
At school later that week, we made the US flag out of safety pins and beads. We made a ton of them. As a class we sold them all over the school and raised funds for a charity in New York. We made the pins during our elective period and we talked about the tragedy. Our teacher came to the conclusion that the reason a lot of parents picked up their kids that day was because we are close to NASA and some feared it would also be targeted.
The days that followed were filled with a solem feeling of betrayal. The days were dark and filled with constant images of ash and buildings falling.
The years the followed had a drastic change in the nation. National security was at an all time high, TSA came to be, we went to war, and xenophobia was running rampant. There was this small Arab store near our home, it was vandalized, the windows broken, and spray paint making horrible words. Acts like those were seen throughout the country.
We had to constantly see the images on tv for weeks and months. They played George Bush’s reaction when he was told we were under attack. It was parodied for years to come.
As a millennial, we have lived through so many tragedies or big parts of history. But one of the most tragic and that is engraved in my mind is 9/11. As a middle schooler in the early 2000s I had no clue of the disagreements around the world or how other countries perceive the United States. That day was the starting point of the war in Afganistan. There are many who speculate what really happened that day and who was really responsible for the attacks. I just know that many people lost their lives and loved ones and that the US was scarred after those attacks.
There is always a question that has been asked after that day. “Where were you during 9/11?” I was in 7th grade reading class about to read one of my favorite books.
9/11 will always be an event that is remembered for years to come, not only by Americans but by a lot of others in the world. Those images of burning buildings, ash, people falling, and buildings collapsing will stay burned in our minds.
About the Creator
Elsa
Teacher, traveler, fur baby mom, reader, and writer. I enjoy writing historical fiction stories, fiction, poetry, true crime, and nonfiction.



Comments (1)
I remember the day. Very well written. Good work