2nd period creative writing class...Senior year of HS
I was cutting up and joaning nikkas as usual after the teacher stepped out (presumably to get news of plane hitting) he came in and sat down didn't say a word...
None of us was really worried about him, cuz we was just getting in the classroom...then my pops came in...surprised the heck outta me!!! I thought the teacher/office had called him (cuz I was wilding out cutting up as usual)
he had a look on his face I'll never forget. He just said "My son, lets go" turned around and walked....I was stunned, got my ish and followed him. I remember him telling me there's no time to get my stuff out the locker, we gotta get to the car
He said someone "bombed" the towers and was just staring blankly...He and my mom from northern NJ so they was worried about family
I wanted to ask if he could run me by Union Station real quick so I could pick up "Ghetto Fabolous" and "The Blueprint" as I planned to do after school...but just looking at him and him not saying a word, just driving us home and listening to the radio, I knew
it was some other ish going on and he'd backhand me if I dared ask such a stupid question...Got home and saw the news on EVERY channel....glad when my mom and sister got home an hour later...they said it was pandemonium in the streets, mad accidents and traffic
All I heard was jets and helicopters flying over the city...DC was shook no lie.
Wild time, hard to really capture how it was if you weren't there...just a lot of confusion and anger with a lot of people. We NEVER seen nothing like this or even dreamed something like this would happen. Even Nickelodeon was running news...there was NOTHING to watch other than that on TV
RIP to the families of those who died. I wish one day, the real truth comes out...No conspiracy theories, but just real truth, whatever that may be