9/11

Andy Padilla
English 12
3-3-11
9/11

It’s September tenth and about five in the afternoon here in New York. I’m just at my house enjoying my day off by relaxing and watching some college football on T.V. I wake up the next morning to go to work; my job isn’t your everyday fast food place. I work in the World Trade Center, and I love every bit of it. Well anyways I wake up and get ready for work and when I was on my way I had this feeling in my stomach that something just wasn’t right.
I get to work and as I’m walking through the office on the 34th floor I hear over the intercom that some airplanes were flying very fast towards the towers and everybody around me hopped up and ran to the windows to look. Sure as heck there was a huge airplane barreling straight towards the tower. Everyone started pacing and panicking running for the elevators and stairs but right as we all got to the stairwell the plane hit in a trembling explosion. I remember seeing people jumping through windows to try to get away from the flames and falling metal. I was in the stairwell running and running at as fast as pace as my body would let me go.
I was one of the very few people that made it to the bottom. I ran out the front door of the twin towers in shock and covered in debris. I hoped that all my friends made it out too but there was literally no way to tell until probably the next day. I was surrounded by police and firemen right as I ran out the door, I was also asked if I needed to be hauled to the hospital by ambulance and if I were hurt. I Answered back and said no sir I’m fine but then I looked down and noticed about three lacerations on my right leg. They were probably at least all an inch deep and about four inches long.
I quickly answered again and said yes take me in. I remember being in the Ambulance and still being able to hear the Towers falling and people screaming. The City of new York looked like it had just been through a world war again.