It was scary as hell the day that America got bombed. I can't remember the date but the day is a vivid image in my head.
I was home alone. My mother and sister had gone to the mall for the day. My father had to go to work. I was sitting on my bed; thinking. It was summer time and I was going on a date with my new boyfriend the next day. I heard the plane rumbling over head. I lived near an airport so low plains were normal. Sadly this one wasn't.
The plane turned. Not something that had ever happened. It flew over the mall then I heard the boom of a bomb. I screamed. My mother and sister were there. My dad only worked a few blocks away. I ran down the stairs and turned on the TV. There it was; the disaster that changed my life forever.
I cried, I prayed, and I hoped a miracle. God answered my prayers. My mother and sister came home. My father on the other hand didn't have his phone and since all the phones were disconnected there was no possible way of reaching my daddy. This caused me to burst into another round of tears.
My mother is tall, slender, and beautiful. Just like my sister. I on the other hand am gracious enough to receive the look of my father. I am a normal height and healthy. I on the other hand acted more like my mother. I was never able to hold myself together if a disaster were to strike.
After my major meltdown about my father I began to ask questions. My sister is three years older than me. At sixteen the questions I was asking were nonsense to her. She went to her bedroom as if nothing had happened. I sat with my mom at our wooden kitchen table. I talked while she listened, and I listened while she talked. She told me that she had just gotten on the freeway when the bomb hit. She told me that she cried so bad that my sister, who has the ability to stay calm in scary situations, drove for her. I told her that I had heard and seen the plane fly over head and drop the bomb. As my mother and I sat waiting the phone rang. I jumped u to get it hopping that it was my dad.
It wasn't. It was however my boyfriend Shawn. He had called to make sure that I was okay. How sweet. I told him that I was fine. After talking to him for a while I called my dad’s office. I got his machine. Great, just great. I went to my room and laid on my bed. I slowly drifted into a soft sleep.
I woke up the next day thinking it was a normal day. Nothing had happened yesterday. Then I remembered; the bomb, my father. I ran to my parents’ room. I saw my dad snoring, and breathed. He was fine, my mom was fine. My sister was fine, and I was fine. We were all fine.
I called Shawn to make sure we were still going on our date. He said we were and that he would pick me up at six. I glanced toward the clock. 9:30. I decided to get ready at four thirty.
I poured myself cereal. I turned on the TV. All that was on was the news. They were all talking about yesterdays events. I ate in peace then went to my room.
My room is like any teenagers room. One word; messy. I had clothes all over the floor. My bed was unmade and my desk was over piled with clutter. Something that day made me want to clean up the mess my room had become, so I did. After cleaning my room I glanced at the clock. 4:00, crap, I had spent so much time cleaning my room that I was running out of time. I turned on some music. My parents and sister were still asleep. I turned on the water for my shower and moved the music to the bathroom. I took a shower. By the time I got out of the steamy bathroom it was five o’clock. I went into my sister’s room.
My sister is nothing like me in so many ways, especially her room. My room is a dark blue with lime green. My older sister’s room is a delicate pink and has a rose on her wall. She was awake when I walked into her room.
“Kaytlin, can you help me?” I asked as I walked into her room. “With what?” she replied. “My date with Shawn is tonight and I was hoping you would help me pick out an outfit. We’re going to the movies.” My sister was head cheerleader and student body president at her high school. She had dated the entire football team and was dating the school golden boy at the time. “Sure.” I followed my sister into my room. She went through my closet. She finally found the perfect outfit. A black pair of jeans, paired with a yellow camisole under an extremely loose gray shirt. She then accessorized with a yellow necklace and a chunky purple bracelet. I dressed quickly. Shawn showed up right on time. My sister answered the door while I finished applying blush. I walked downstairs. It was my fantasy moment. He looked up and smiled. We left for the movies. Thankfully the theater was only a few block away. Everything had been going perfectly until we arrived.
There was a crowd. At first it was because of a celebrity. I was wrong. The huge crowd was because there was a man, Iranian, with a gun. Behind him were even more men. For a foreigner he spoke English quite well. He was saying something about a bomb when Shawn pulled me away. He held my hand as we ran to our school. As we caught our breath I began to cry. I was scared this was my normal reaction. Shawn didn’t know that. He pulled me in and hugged me. He told me it was okay. We stood there, just hugging each other.
He walked me home. He kissed me on my front porch. I walked in. My sister was smiling. She had obviously been smiling. I went to find my dad. He was in the garage. I told him about the terrorist. He told me not to worry about it. He kissed my forehead and walked out of the garage. I decided to take his advice, but doing so made things worse. After a while the stores that hadn’t been bombed closed. Food became scarce. I tried not to be afraid but it was the hardest thing ever. The terrorist had taken over and I didn’t that they would stop. Up until that one day I thought that we were going to die.
I have no idea who did it. All I know is that someone sent out two million men to kill all of the terrorists that were invading our home. My father went out with them. Twenty thousand died that day. One of these people was my father. I cried when I found out. Everyone in my family cried. I thought that this was something God had done to punish us. Truth is it made my family stronger. I cry when I need to not because I have to. I miss my father but I wouldn’t change the fact that everyday men our dieing for our country, because it is making so many people stronger.
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