It was August 11 a week before I started the last year of middle school. The slight buzzing noise came from my phone caught my attention. The text I saw changed my family forever. The text, the calls, and the tears made me realize my grandma was really gone. It was a normal friday with my mom, laughter, jokes, and joy. It was about 11:00 at night and my brother sean, my mom, and I were laughing, making jokes, and having a great time. We were watching a video and laughing until our stomach hurt and we had headaches. The laughter filled the air as my face turned red and tears of joy rolled down my face. The buzzing of my phone as it moved across the table got my attention. I grabbed it not in a hurry because I thought that it was on of my friends …show more content…
My cousin wouldn't text me at 11:15 at night. I read the text and looked up at my mom and brother. They knew something was up. It didn't process for awhile until after I told them. I was in shock and didn't know what to say. I couldn't believe my grandma had passed. As my mom and brother hugged me it settled in. I realized she was gone. Tear filled my eyes and my knees got weak and shaky. The salty warm tears ran down my face like a waterfall and I layed down on my moms bed. My mom and brother sat with me. “It will be okay.” my mom half smiling with tears in her eyes said in a soft spoken …show more content…
“Fine. What about you?” I was worried about him. I knew he regretted not coming out here from New Mexico to see her before she left. I felt bad. I didn't want him to spend his birthday in grief and sorrow. “I'm okay.” His voice sounded like it was coming through layers of wet rags. His throat sounded clogged with tears. I finished talking to him. My heart hurt as I did. It felt like it was about to break or even stop it rhythmic beating in a split second. I soon fell asleep to the salty tear running down my face hoping it was just a nightmare. The next 5 days were jumbled with a million things. Saturday morning we found out the funeral was going to be on the 16th. Sunday we went to go get me something to wear to the funeral. I wasn't really in the mood to. We went and got an outfit the entire time I wanted to go home and sleep. Finally after 2 hours my mom and I found something. We went home and I flopped on the floor done with it all. Finally the 16th came. I woke and got dressed. We got there early because we were close family. I was glad to see Austin and my other brother joey who I don't see often
9/11 was one of the most devastating events in American History. Four hijacked passenger airplanes killed almost three thousand people. 9/11 changed millions of lives forever. American Citizens didn’t feel safe. This attack was a wake-up call to American security. 9/11 forced the country to acknowledge its shortcomings and fix them, before any more harm could come upon the United States of America. 9/11, as all acts of terror do, promoted the growth of technology, in this case, security in the United States. 9/11 also brought about feelings of hatred to the country. The United States soon became known as one of the most intolerable nations on this planet. Lastly, 9/11 butchered the economy and forced it down a long road to recovery.
As the blood trickled down the flight attendant’s neck, they all prayed that they wouldn’t die. A dark skined man headed toward the front of the plane to claim his next victim. He slowly pressed the cold, red blade of a knife into the pilot’s neck. Many of those who saw screamed. They all knew, then, that they would die. Passengers felt the plane take some wild turns and they realized that they had turned around. Not long after this occurred to four planes, every single passenger died. Terrorists had taken over planes in America. Four planes, nineteen terrorists, and almost 3,000 dead people later, the United States of America has been changed forever.
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee listening to my mom and aunt tease and joke around about how paranoid my mom was about doing well in her classes, my aunt was telling her that maybe now that I was there, she would relax a little bit and have some fun. Our plan was to go to one of mom's classes with her, and then on a tour of UNC and then we were going to go to dinner and a movie.
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They had told me they would be back at around 10 but they ended up staying the whole night. When it became passed midnight and they still weren't home I felt that it was over and that my grandpa had died. Then at around 1:30 my mom and dad came home and told me that my grandpa had died.