It was freshman year. I sleepily walked to the bus stop in the dark, carrying my water jug and dance bag, ready for a long day of school and practice after. While we waited for the bus, my friend told me about the bad dream she'd had the night before. She dreamt that we were waiting for the bus and there were theses planes flying above us and all of a sudden, they just exploded in the air. At the time, it was nothing more than a scary dream.

We had a math quiz that day. It was third period, and that's when we normally watch the morning announcements. We turned the tv on to news about the Pentagon being on fire. Coach Klein told the tv off, no morning announcements that day because we "got a quiz today, folks". When the bell rang, the hall was filled with chatter, "Did you hear what happened?"
"A plane flew into the a building in New York"
"New York? I heard something about the Pentagon"

Fourth period was biology. The tv was already on when we got there. Our teacher's mom was a flight attendant flying out to L.A. that day. Our class was silent as we watched the CNN reports coming in while our teacher frantically tried dialing family to get a location on her mom. We were horrorstruck as we watched the North Tower collapse in front of us. One second it was there, and the next second it was hurtling towards the ground in billions of pieces. There was an annoucement over the loudspeaker telling us what we already knew. There had been an attack. The United States was under attack. I don't remember much about the day, except that all after school activities had been cancelled, so instead of practice, we were told to go home and hug our families. I came home to find my mom sitting on the floor in front of the TV, and we continued to watch in silence.

Who would have guessed that seven years later, I'd be in one of the cities that were attacked, and my brother in the other. Right after the attacks, no one cared who was a Republican or a Democrat. All that mattered was that we were one. One country, the name says it all, United.

The memories from that day have been blurred, mixing in with ones of happier times. The country, as a whole, had to move on. While the memories of that day move to the back of our minds sometimes, they always return. And they always will.
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