(The story you are preparing to read is completely fictional but based on true events)
OH MY GOD!! OH MY GOD!!!! PLEASE HALP ME!!! I DON’T UNDERSTAND…WHAT’S GOING ON!?!?! PLEASE…..MAKE IT STOP!!!!!
*Hi. My name is Monica. The words you just heard were mine. These are some of the last words I spoke before my life was ended in a vain death. This is my story*
(6:45 a.m. September 11, 2001)
My morning started out a little slow, but nothing out of the ordinary. I was to be leaving to go on a Hawaiian vacation with my sister. We were supposed to be meeting in Los Angeles . I was soo excited!!! I ate a hearty breakfast with my parents, put my things in the car, and then we were off to the airport. As always, mom started crying. But after thirty minutes of my reassurance, her nervousness finally subsided. This would be my first time flying. Let alone leaving the state. So of course she would be scared. I was scared too. I mean after all, I was only sixteen.
As we made our way to the terminal, I said my final good-bye’s and I love you’s before turning to board the plane. The last image I saw of my parents was their smiling faces.
When I was boarded and seated on the plane my heart started to race. And to make matters worse, I was seated next to this weird guy. He seemed to be deep in prayer but he spoke so softly that you could barely hear him. He sweated so profusely that you would think that the sun was sitting next to us. But, he wasn’t really bothering me so I brushed it off, ordered a sprite, and tried to relax. I sat there for five minutes telling my nerves to get in line. But my mind wouldn’t allow me too. Something felt weird. Something felt wrong. But instead of me dwelling in the negativity, I took out my cd player, popped in my favorite cd, and before I knew it I was in a relaxing sleep.
EVERBODY!!!! THIS A HIJACKING!!!!!!!!!
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