Personal Narrative On Flight 93

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It was the morning of September 1, 2001 and my team and I were heading back to San Francisco. We were heading back home after a tough win over the Nets in New Jersey. I tried to get some of my other teammates to ride on the same flight as me, but they all said no. I started toward the airport at about six o'clock and arrived at about six-thirty. When I got there I checked my ticket. It said I'd have to be at gate 17 by seven-thirty and that flight 93 would be leaving at eight o'clock. I checked my watch and it said I still had an hour to wait, so I took a seat and got out my phone to check the highlights from last night's game. I was a little surprised that my dunk was apart of the highlights. Then, I heard the worst possible sound you could hear at an airport. “Flight 93 has been delayed. We'll try to get the plane ready as soon as we can,” the intercom boomed across the airport. “Great,” I thought. Since …show more content…

I told him that I would be a little late for practice and to not worry about me getting fatter over the course of the flight. After almost two hours, I finally heard the intercom say I could board the plane. I got out of my seat and headed to gate 17.


I was walking toward my plane seat when I noticed four men looking around nervously. My seat was directly behind one of these men. Right before I was going to fall asleep, I heard a loud noise in front of me. At first I was in a daze, but my instincts kicked in quickly. I looked over to my right and saw a cold, dead body lying on the floor. Blood was spilled all over the floor. I heard strange voices all around me. I peered down at the body and was sickened to see that the man's jugular had been sliced to pieces. I looked down the aisle and what I saw shocked me to the core. I saw dead bodies every two seats or so. “Everybody calm

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