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Millie's 9/11

By adrienne leech, year 8, Grammar School

Dear Diary,

Me, Scott and Dad were in New York for a vacation, but it was horrific when the disaster struck, I thought that my life was over…

Dad and Mum had recently divorced and he said it would be good for us to go on a vacation. When we first arrived it seemed okay and I thought that this could be fun. We went to Central Park and we went for dinner and it was great for the first few days. However the next day was Tuesday, 11 September 2001.

We went out for breakfast at around 7:30 a.m. to a little cafe by the side of The North twin tower. We were gone by 8:30 a.m. We walked around the city for a bit and at 8:40 a.m. the disaster struck. We saw a plane in the sky but it was low, too low. We began to see thick black smoke coming out of the back, all I could here was dad shouting 'SCOTT AND MILLIE RUN!'

I couldn't understand why he wasn't running. I was hesitating but Scott grabbed my arm and I ran with him looking back at dad who was trying to help an old lady.

At 8:46 a.m. the plane slammed into the North twin tower which came piling down on top of hundreds of people, but that was not the worst part. Dad was under there. I was helpless on the ground crying in my brother's arms, but I knew that I had to be strong for dad. At 9:00 a.m. a second plane crashed into the South twin tower. We were under its shadow with five seconds of my life flashing before my eyes.

'MILLIE OVER HERE!' Scott was calling me, but I didn't reply. I turned around, he was gone.

Millie xoxo

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