| Subject: Whoops, scratch The Fae! |
Author:
Kris
|
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
Date Posted: 17:06:50 09/12/01 Wed
In reply to:
Kris & Vortex & The Fae
's message, "OOC Message & Regular....." on 17:01:28 09/12/01 Wed
>I just arrived in my 5th hour class, and they were
>bustling with energy, whispering something unknown to
>me. Little did I know at that time. As I sat down, my
>friend (I guess you could call him that) leaned over
>and asked, "Did you hear?" Instananeously confused, my
>brow furrowed with curiousity. "What are you talking
>about?" I asked, in the same almost trancid tone. "The
>World Trading Center, it's been bombed!" Suddenly
>surprised, I didn't know how serious it was at that
>moment. Somebody turned around, eyebrows arched with
>mild anger. "It wasn't bombed stupid, a plane ran into
>it." Now I was confused. Just given the truth, I had
>been settled. But now that it was contradicted by
>another opinion, this was beginning to be an ordeal.
>Still confused, I repeated myself. "What are you
>talking about?!" This time it hinted anger and
>confusion. Maybe some panic. "Yea that's right, it
>crashed into it. Not bombed." Finally glad, yet still
>without information, I suddenly got a distinct
>yearning for it. Raising my hand, my teacher called on
>someone else, who asked my question. Finally
>satisfied, I was to be shot down with her answer.
>"We're not talking about that right now." Now I craved
>it. My teacher, so care-free, so energetic, hid
>something? A few more times, hands were raised, asking
>the same question. Still, she gave us not a bit of
>information. Frustrated, I concentrated on my work,
>and forgot the entire thing when I rushed to lunch,
>and it was lost in the confusion when I accidently hit
>the pencil sharpener with my head, only to receive a
>lovely shower of shavings on my nice shirt. Suddenly
>angry that this would make my outward appearance look
>bad to my *crush* I frantically shook them off. Yet
>more clung. After lunch, I was still without my
>information. Heading out to my 7th hour, I sat down in
>my seat. I was suddenly interested, because I had
>heard that my teacher was crying. Rumors of war played
>in my mind, and I suddenly felt heavy and odd. And
>then I was instantly relieved when my Social Studies
>teacher told me, "Will we talk about it after roll
>call." Then I smiled, happy that Cody asked the
>question. And we did. We did absolutely no work, and
>just sat there. And talked. She told us that two
>planes had been crashed into the Twin Towers, aka.
>World Trade Centre (I spell 'centre' like that, ok?).
>Rumored that 10,000 people were in each tower, I was
>suddenly struck with a pang of sadness, and it twisted
>my stomach till I felt sick. I heard that one tower
>collapsed, and the news just reported that the other
>tower had collapsed. As we neared the end of our
>discussion, my throat was choked, and my stomach
>queasy, as if I was sick. I was silent on the bus,
>except for my noises, which consisted of little brr's.
>Just to annoy someone behind me. I began to
>contemplate if our city was attacked. After all, I
>lived right next to St. Louis, wasn't that a large
>city? I quickly got on the internet, and found out
>that gas prices were up to 4-5$ a gallon, which was
>crazy. My mother came home, and told us that that
>actually, more that 10,000 people were in that
>building. 50,000 in each was the real total. And
>that's just the average. What about the clients that
>come in, or other bustling activities? And the
>pentagon. Quoted from my teacher, "They thought it out
>obviously. They want attention. They have it." This
>was worse than the Oklahoma bombing. The Pentagon.
>What was the casualty? Was the entire building...gone?
>Never before...in my entire life had this happened.
>And then my mom told me something. "This is something
>your children will be learning about in history. This
>day." And then I knew the entire seriousness of the
>situation. I went to talk, knowing that people would
>want information, and others would be giving it out.
>Some say there is a third tower to the WTC. That isn't
>true. Nor is the rumor of people in Palestanian and
>Jerusalem partying after this. No one will be
>partying. I won't. As I write this...or rather type
>this, I can feel my heart sink to the pits of my
>stomach. My lids close slowly over my sapphire eyes.
>This is the day that will live in infamousy. September
>11th, 2001.
>
>"Freedom was attacked today by a faceless coward. This
>freedom will be defended."
>
>The Fae~
>.blinks slowly, still trancid. watching vortex's
>reaction. she smiles. interesting it would result.
>
>Vortex~
>+She jumped, and with quick motion, two back legs
>flew, aiming for steed's barrel, but he was too far
>from range. Suddenly pivoting, she hurled her large
>mass towards the stallion.+
[
Next Thread |
Previous Thread |
Next Message |
Previous Message
]
| |
Feedback: 