I just started my freshman year of high school a few weeks ago and I was woken up by my 6:50am alarm. I would usually hear the top 40 sounds of Z95.7 but instead, I heard talking. Half asleep I listened to the news that two planes ran into the World Trade Center in New York. I did not believe it at first. I got up, brushed my teeth, and changed. As I proceeded downstairs, the TV was on; it didn't matter what channel was on, the tragic news was everywhere. My parents were watching the TV in shock and so was I. I remember the videos of people in the streets of New York running away from a large gray cloud of dust and rubble chasing them. For some reason, my parents thought it was safe that I still go to school. My mom dropped me off and that's all we talked about in the hallways, minutes before the bell rang for first period to start. The sound of fighter jets flying above the school scared me and at the same time gave me a sense of safety. The bell rang, and school started. I don't remember much of the rest of the day.
Where were you?