I remember that fateful day in September day as if it were yesterday. It was just a regular day for me and for those going to school and work. I was in homeroom and I was already exhausted, counting the seconds, hoping for the day to end. All of a sudden, Mr. Coleman the Principal screamed in a grating tone that something horrible had happened, but no one paid attention to him as they carried on with their normal conversations. I wouldn't find out what had happened until I entered my third period class, US Government.
             My US Government teacher, Ms. Brick, looked nervous and very uncomfortable. Then she announced something that made the moment a nightmare. I was in shock. How could The World Trade Centers just simply vanish? Everyone was running and trying to get in contact and get home to their loved ones, checking to see whether or not they were safe. People were in shock while some cried because they knew people who worked in the towers. Classes were cancelled all day and many teachers left, concerned about relatives who worked in The Center. The few teachers who remained tried to comfort us. After school, there was no way of getting home to Manhattan because my school, Morris High School that is located on 1110 Boston Road is in the Bronx. New York City was closed; all the bridges, subways, and buses were shut down for security reasons.
             Also, all the phones were busy so there weren't any ways I could even contact my parents to assure them I was okay. I could not stop thinking about how horrid the seemingly beautiful day had turned out to be. It was already 4:30 and I was still stuck in the school, not knowing where to turn, where to go. While drifting outside of the building, I found a cab that somehow had been able to make its way over the bridge. When I looked in back of the taxi cab window, thousands of people were walking behind me, trying to get back to their families. I wondered to myself, "who in thei...