I left for work somewhere around 8:30am, a bright warm day. Headphones on, walking down the streets. I noticed people in the streets, gathered in groups, in the middle of the road. I didn’t know what was going on. Maybe a murderer? An accident? There were so many people, I took off my headphones and asked, What has happened? A plane hit the World Trade Center, a man told me. I looked up and saw a hole in the building, filled with black smoke, burning. People around me were on their phones, talking. I was horrified not knowing where to go, wishing I hadn't forgotten my phone at home, but knowing I could get to a phone at my office. People were out with cameras and recording. I stopped again and looked around for shops, wanting to buy a disposable camera. how often does a terrible sight like this happen? I should just get to work, I thought to myself. I stopped on the street and waited for a minute, when i saw a plane exploding into the second tower. The whole building was covered in black smoke and orange flames. My stomach dropped. Terrorist attack! I screamed. Every hair on my body raised. I thought it was an accident, but after the second plane i knew it wasn't. A man next to me fell to his knees and screamed, what is happening what the hell is happening It’s on fire inside, someone said. We saw the orange flames coming outside from the building. I needed to call my friends and family so I ran as fast as possible to work, where I could use a phone and be with my friends. I arrived at work and went upstairs, everyone was watching the disaster from the wide windows. I tried calling my parents and family, but nothing went through. It was terrible to watch, we saw people jumping and falling from the holes in the towers. After a few minutes the tower collapsed while everyone screaming and crying. The towers fell to the ground, it looked like as if it was taken out from a movie!
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