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It feels like such a long time ago, but I can still feel my feet walking down the tan, carpeted hall, knowing that there was every possibility for being late for zero period. It might be seven years later, but I still remember my hair wet on my back when, halfway down the hall, the phone rang, and things changed.
I got ready for school, watching the tv, seeing one tower in flames and then, all of a sudden, there went the other, and we knew it was no accident. We drove to school, my mother and I, listening to KROQ. Kevin and Bean were on vacation and Ralph and Lightening were there, trying to explain what happened. But it was too early, it wasn't even seven o'clock yet. We hear Pentagon, and then I had class and there, the teachers didn't talk. We might have been seniors, some of us maybe enlisted right after, but they wouldn't talk. They wouldn't give us news, and so we were forced to go to class, to get work done, wondering what was going on out there.
Seven years later, I remember the anxiety in my stomach as I wished for Kevin to get out of LA and come to me. And I can still remember laying down on my bed with him, my head on his chest, not being able to understand just what was going on. Seven years later, although the details of that day are clear, it still is illogical: it always will be that way.
I got ready for school, watching the tv, seeing one tower in flames and then, all of a sudden, there went the other, and we knew it was no accident. We drove to school, my mother and I, listening to KROQ. Kevin and Bean were on vacation and Ralph and Lightening were there, trying to explain what happened. But it was too early, it wasn't even seven o'clock yet. We hear Pentagon, and then I had class and there, the teachers didn't talk. We might have been seniors, some of us maybe enlisted right after, but they wouldn't talk. They wouldn't give us news, and so we were forced to go to class, to get work done, wondering what was going on out there.
Seven years later, I remember the anxiety in my stomach as I wished for Kevin to get out of LA and come to me. And I can still remember laying down on my bed with him, my head on his chest, not being able to understand just what was going on. Seven years later, although the details of that day are clear, it still is illogical: it always will be that way.