9/11 Stories


Im a 14 year old girl, And I live in Australia. I have read most of the stories on here. Yet I could not have felt nearly half the amount of pain and grief than people in New York…and the families of those in the WTC.

It started when I was in bed at about 9:00pm on the 11th of September. I was off from school and decided to have an early night…so I thought. Dad came along and knocked on my door.

“mum wants you to see something”

“now? im sleeping”

“she wants you to see come on”

Struggling out of bed I opened the door , through the kitchen into the Lounge Room, at first glance I thought it was some kind of pollution thing, I saw lots of smoke and thought that some company in our state was on the news….it wasn't.

I looked again, and at the bottom of the screen i saw writing moving slowly across it, the WTC centre had been hit by an Aeroplane, they werent sure if it was a terrorist attack, or an accident. At that moment my heart sank, I don't know why, but it hit me after about 5 minutes watching the news It occurred to me that people worked in those buildings, and that people were probably already dead…I hated that, then a few seconds later.. the second plane hit, I saw it, Live. It was the most horrible and sickening thing I had ever seen, tears filled my eyes, but i didnt let them fall.

A while later my brother came out with news that the Pentagon got hit, not really knowing what this was, I learnt that it was Americas main Defence force or something like that. I still wasn't sure what it looked like..I was thinking of the Capital Hill building, but it wasn't.

After this, the first WTC that had been hit..collapsed, its needle slowly collapsed, down, bits of smoke and ash flying from every floor as it got trampled on by tons and tons of steel or metal. I could not think why people had jumped out of their floor, probably thought it was the only way out. People were hanging from windows swaying their shirts and hands…they couldn't escape..they were gone.

The second collapsed while a news reporter was talking, I cant explain the look on her face when it did. Horrifying, words cant explain what I felt…i could only imagine the people who were actually there , and people in the buildings around and in the two WTC felt. People looking for colleagues and loved ones, but what about the people in the planes?

A few weeks later I learnt that a family of three were on one of the planes, a husband and wife, with their beautiful baby daughter, she was 2.

It annoys me that these suicide terrorist attacks have taken innocent lives, didn't they think before they acted? of course not, thats the way life is , we cant change the past, but we can remember it.

Those people who woke up late and decided not to go to work are so so lucky, one man had lost his entire floor. He was one of the ones who woke up late.

And still a month and a half later, everyday we see updates and who's bombing who and who's getting blamed. Even our australian troops have gone of to take part,and stand by Americas side…as we will and im proud that us Aussies can and will fight by your sides, but can we all please stop and think about the people who were lost? during all this fighting ?

Thank you, from an australian to the americans…god bless

Australia, W.A