On this tragic day, I was in school. At 10:25am, after my math class, I went to my locker. Everything was normal until Emily comes to me and tells me that New York had been attacked. Planes hit both twin towers. No more World Trade Center. At first I didn't get it, I thought it was an accident. I got to my geography class, the first thing my teacher talks about is the planes that flew through the World Trade Center. I asked: "It was an accident right ?" He answered: "No. It was on purpose." I bursted into tears. How could people do such a thing ?! During the class all I had in mind was going home. But it was only 11am.

On lunch time, I went to the gym where some people were listening to the radio. That's when I learned everything. I couldn't believe it. I started to cry, I wanted to go home but I couldn't.

At 4:05pm, the bell rang. I rushed home where my dad was sitting on the couch watching the news. When I got there, the first thing I saw, both towers in flames. I taped everything from 4pm to 12am. I want to keep it forever. At times I watch it, alone in the basement. I still get chills and I feel like crying. This was such a horrible day. I love America, that's my country.

At the beginning of the school year, I made friends with a guy from Afghanistan. Way before it all happened. After September 11th, even though he's an Afghan, it didn't change how I felt about him. I'm sure he was scared to lose me because I was his only friend. He didn't speak French and English that much, but we still found a way to understand each other. Right now he's gone, in another town. I miss him a lot. I'll never forget him and I know he'll never forget me.

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