Narrative
9/11/2001
A Biographical Narrative
“Ah…” My father nodded appreciatively. “At last, I can enjoy my morning tea.” He had just gotten back home from dropping his two kids of at school. He was sitting at the kitchen table with a warm mug of tea in front of him. The television remote was lying right next to his left hand, so he was compelled to watch the morning news. He flipped the remote into his other hand, and punched the ON button. The channel was already on CNN. My father stared at the TV for a second, and gasped.
Displayed on the television screen was a live video of a very famous tower. This tower was one of the two famous World Trade Center towers looming over the New York Skyline. There was one thing quite different about the tower, and he noticed it instantly. A tail of a plane was sticking out of it. As my dad turned the volume up, he heard a news reporter talking about the crash. “The authorities thought that it was just the result of a careless pilot,” he declared, “but there is no way you can be sure.”
As Dad drank his tea, he felt a bubble of annoyance. “How could someone be so careless as to crash a plane into a tower?” he thought. When he was going to lap down the last sip, he looked up at the screen once more. The news reporter was on a separate tower, with the World Trade Center as a background. Suddenly, Dad noticed a small, black object at the top left of the screen. It could have been a bird, but he knew that using perspective, it would have to be a plane since it was so far away.
The reporter paused for a moment as he saw the object in the television next to him. My dad gasped in surprise as he saw where the plane was going. It was heading straight for the second tower.
Dad jumped up from his chair so speedily that it toppled over behind him, but he didn’t notice. He did this just as the reporter whirled around and shrieked. My dad stared at the screen in horror, as he saw the nations biggest catastrophe unfurl. There was an explosion as the moving plane battered itself into the second steel tower at three hundred miles per hour. My dad stared at the screen dumfounded as he realized the horror of the situation. His brother lived in New York. He would have been at work right now, but that was the scary part. He worked at a World Trade Center complex that was right under the two towers.
Dad turned a deaf ear to the reported as he scrambled to the phone. He was filled with worry and fright. He picked up the phone and slammed the speed dial button. He listened impatiently as the line tried to connect but it didn’t. He slammed the phone down and cursed the bad connection. He tried again, but it didn’t connect. He tried to call some relatives to fid out if they new anything about his brother’s safety, but none of them did. Half of them hadn’t seen the news yet, and they were as surprised as he was. After an hour, he stopped for a while. He listened to the news to find out if there was any new information, but they were just talking about the incident in a newsroom.
By know it was 9:30 am and he tried to contact his brother again. While he was trying to do that he stared at the TV once again, and his jaw dropped. On the screen, there was no longer a picture of the two towers, but now it was focused on The Pentagon. Dad wondered if he was seeing clearly, so he rubbed his eyes. He realized that what he was seeing was not his imagination. Yet another plane had crashed, but this time, it had hit the pentagon.
Dad was talking on to his mother over the phone. He was desperate to find out how his brother was ding, and he thought that he might have contacted their mother first. As he found out yet again that there was no news from his brother, he hung up. He glanced at the time. It was 10:30. He glanced back at the tube, and stared once more at the plane crash. He was confused as he realized that the background was not the New York Skyline, or Washington D.C. This time, it was a field in Pennsylvania. Yet another plane had crashed into a field in Pennsylvania. Dad suddenly felt a burst of anger at the person who had organized this, because he knew that all the crashes were connected.
Dad realized that he had to inform as many people as he could, so that they could contact any relatives that they might have in New York, Pennsylvania, and Washington D.C. He tried to think less about his brother as he leaped into his car and drove to my preschool. He asked the main office to dismiss me, and then informed everyone there about the crashes. By the time he managed to do that, it was 2:15, so he picked up my brother from the grade school.
When he came back home with both of us, he continued trying to call his brother. At 4:00pm, he finally got a call from one of his brother’s friends. Dad listened t the unfamiliar voice as it told him that the all the connections in New York were down, and he had just barely managed to call them. The person on the other end of the phone confirmed that everyone was ok, but that his brother had watched the whole event through a train window. He had managed to stay alive, because that one day he had been late for work. Dad’s heart filled with relief and he thanked his brother’s friend before he hung up.
Later that day, my mom came home from work, and listened in horror as my dad filled her in on the details of the situation. For the rest of the day, they were discussing the incident, and wondering if they should let their ids watch the news. This was a story of a worried father depicting the events that unfolded on the day when the twin towers fell.
A Biographical Narrative
“Ah…” My father nodded appreciatively. “At last, I can enjoy my morning tea.” He had just gotten back home from dropping his two kids of at school. He was sitting at the kitchen table with a warm mug of tea in front of him. The television remote was lying right next to his left hand, so he was compelled to watch the morning news. He flipped the remote into his other hand, and punched the ON button. The channel was already on CNN. My father stared at the TV for a second, and gasped.
Displayed on the television screen was a live video of a very famous tower. This tower was one of the two famous World Trade Center towers looming over the New York Skyline. There was one thing quite different about the tower, and he noticed it instantly. A tail of a plane was sticking out of it. As my dad turned the volume up, he heard a news reporter talking about the crash. “The authorities thought that it was just the result of a careless pilot,” he declared, “but there is no way you can be sure.”
As Dad drank his tea, he felt a bubble of annoyance. “How could someone be so careless as to crash a plane into a tower?” he thought. When he was going to lap down the last sip, he looked up at the screen once more. The news reporter was on a separate tower, with the World Trade Center as a background. Suddenly, Dad noticed a small, black object at the top left of the screen. It could have been a bird, but he knew that using perspective, it would have to be a plane since it was so far away.
The reporter paused for a moment as he saw the object in the television next to him. My dad gasped in surprise as he saw where the plane was going. It was heading straight for the second tower.
Dad jumped up from his chair so speedily that it toppled over behind him, but he didn’t notice. He did this just as the reporter whirled around and shrieked. My dad stared at the screen in horror, as he saw the nations biggest catastrophe unfurl. There was an explosion as the moving plane battered itself into the second steel tower at three hundred miles per hour. My dad stared at the screen dumfounded as he realized the horror of the situation. His brother lived in New York. He would have been at work right now, but that was the scary part. He worked at a World Trade Center complex that was right under the two towers.
Dad turned a deaf ear to the reported as he scrambled to the phone. He was filled with worry and fright. He picked up the phone and slammed the speed dial button. He listened impatiently as the line tried to connect but it didn’t. He slammed the phone down and cursed the bad connection. He tried again, but it didn’t connect. He tried to call some relatives to fid out if they new anything about his brother’s safety, but none of them did. Half of them hadn’t seen the news yet, and they were as surprised as he was. After an hour, he stopped for a while. He listened to the news to find out if there was any new information, but they were just talking about the incident in a newsroom.
By know it was 9:30 am and he tried to contact his brother again. While he was trying to do that he stared at the TV once again, and his jaw dropped. On the screen, there was no longer a picture of the two towers, but now it was focused on The Pentagon. Dad wondered if he was seeing clearly, so he rubbed his eyes. He realized that what he was seeing was not his imagination. Yet another plane had crashed, but this time, it had hit the pentagon.
Dad was talking on to his mother over the phone. He was desperate to find out how his brother was ding, and he thought that he might have contacted their mother first. As he found out yet again that there was no news from his brother, he hung up. He glanced at the time. It was 10:30. He glanced back at the tube, and stared once more at the plane crash. He was confused as he realized that the background was not the New York Skyline, or Washington D.C. This time, it was a field in Pennsylvania. Yet another plane had crashed into a field in Pennsylvania. Dad suddenly felt a burst of anger at the person who had organized this, because he knew that all the crashes were connected.
Dad realized that he had to inform as many people as he could, so that they could contact any relatives that they might have in New York, Pennsylvania, and Washington D.C. He tried to think less about his brother as he leaped into his car and drove to my preschool. He asked the main office to dismiss me, and then informed everyone there about the crashes. By the time he managed to do that, it was 2:15, so he picked up my brother from the grade school.
When he came back home with both of us, he continued trying to call his brother. At 4:00pm, he finally got a call from one of his brother’s friends. Dad listened t the unfamiliar voice as it told him that the all the connections in New York were down, and he had just barely managed to call them. The person on the other end of the phone confirmed that everyone was ok, but that his brother had watched the whole event through a train window. He had managed to stay alive, because that one day he had been late for work. Dad’s heart filled with relief and he thanked his brother’s friend before he hung up.
Later that day, my mom came home from work, and listened in horror as my dad filled her in on the details of the situation. For the rest of the day, they were discussing the incident, and wondering if they should let their ids watch the news. This was a story of a worried father depicting the events that unfolded on the day when the twin towers fell.