story10885.xml

story10885.xml

I was in school. I heard on the intercom that a plane had crashed and we were to go to church to pray for it. I thought it was just a small wreck but I was wrong. I heard about it and still didn't belive. When I went home and saw on tv the video of it, I cried for more than a week. I saw the pictures and the horrible images. I couldn't cope with it that the people who had been killed had felt just as safe and secure, like nothing could happen to them because their lives were insicnificent, as I had felt at school. I saw what happened to them, and I was incredibly depressed. School was out for a while, and when I went in to school eventually, some kids were still crying. They had probably lost someone in the attack. It was horrible to see them crying, and sometimes I cried too. My name is Ellen George and I was 11 when the accident happened, and I am now 13. I am still crying about it to this day. I hope everyone has shed a few tears over this incedent.

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2004-09-10