It was then that I heard the first news. “Breaking news Flight 11 from Logan International Airport in Boston, Massachusetts has reportedly been hijacked and flown into the world trade center.â€? My heart dropped. The first thing that came to my mind was dad. Questions and thoughts wondered around in my brain what happened. When did this happen? Was my dad involved? What flight was he on again? I hope my dad is ok. Oh, please go please let that have not been my dad’s flight. I knew for a fact my dad had flown from that airport but I wasn’t sure what his flight number was. I had to know for sure if it was my dad’s flight.
“Mrs. Williamsâ€? I said as I raised my hand
“Yes Jeremy?â€?
“May I go use the bathroom?â€?
“Are you done with your test?â€?
“Noâ€?
“Well finish it firstâ€?
“Butâ€?
“No buts the more you talk the more you have to wait.â€?
Grrrrr I thought. I have to know. I tried really hard to concentrate but I just couldn’t help but to wonder. That’s when the phone rang.