Historical Fiction: Twelfth Night

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Historical Fiction It was a bright sunny morning in New York on September 11 2001. I was visiting my friend Olivia. She worked in the Aon company in the south tower. She went to work about 10 minutes after I got there. So I decided to take a tour around the city. On my way back home around 8:40 I heard a loud noise. Around 8:45 the noise was so loud I thought it was a bomb. I turned around quickly and saw that there was a plane in the north tower, smoke filled the air. I ran as fast as I could to the South tower to see if Olivia was okay. I was worried, I couldn’t find her anywhere! As I got back down to the first floor I heard another loud noise as I got outside I saw another plane had crashed but this time it was in the South tower. I fell on my knees in sadness I didn’t even have to turn halfway around to see that people were suffering I didn’t want to see. I could hear the sirens of ambulances, police cars, and fire engines. People were screaming everywhere. As I stood up I turned around slowly I could see many people crying around me for their loved ones that they know didn’t make it through all of this. I ran to every ambulance looking for Olivia but I couldn't find her anywhere. I went looking for her all day long, but I didn't see any sign of her. I went to almost every hospital looking and again there was no sign of her. I had been looking for her all day and there wasn't anywhere I could find her. Once I fell asleep, I had a dream of what happened, I was terrified, it was the worst nightmare ever. As soon as I woke up I went to look for her again and again there was no sign of her. I spend the whole day looking for her and I was exhausted but while I was getting ready to leave I heard a phone ring. Then I remembered that she had a work phone and I ran towards it. I grabbed the phone quickly and answered it. It was a doctor looking for Kamryn which was my name he asked me if I knew anyone named Olivia Hudspeth I said

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