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Try to remember that kind of September when no one wept except the willow. Try to remember that kind of September when life was simply sunshine, freedom, and a flower. Try to remember that kind of September when life was a beautiful melody, but the lyrics were up to us to compose. Try to remember that kind of September when there was an option to either enter the earth or just fall off it.

It is nice to remember, deep in December, that a heart without a hurt is simply hollow. Deep in December, it is nice to remember when the sky was once colored blue and the sun was once colored yellow.

Try not to remember that kind of September when we saw liberty, but they saw death. Try not to remember that kind of September when the lamenting and bitter weeping of mother-earth could be heard because her children were no more. Try not to remember that kind of September when all we had left were the memories engraved in our hearts.
It is nice to remember that kind of September when my luck had once seemed like a boulder resting in the run of a stream. Every September, I seem to remember when life was simply a comedy show, but the actors did not know how to play funny. Every September, I seem to remember that life is not fair; you can get a splinter by simply sliding down a rainbow.

Not one day passes by when there is no man or woman of no note who perform great deeds, speak great words, and suffer sorrows. I had been the lucky one, although I did suffer great sorrows, on the morning of September 11, as many believe.

No amount of coffee can drown the millions of nerves I have bottled inside my stomach. Today was the last day of my four-month interview to hold the job as a bond trader in the World Trade Center- in simpler words, an end to being perfect for four-months. I took the last sip of my coffee, pushed in my chair, and said goodbye to my family- little did they know, this could have been my final goodbye.
The sound of the heels of women’s shoes hitting the ground, the constant sound of numbers to the millions lingering on business people’s lips, and the sound of shuffling paper into folders enveloped me. I went to room 911, as I had the past three times, to meet my boss, Mr. Clarke.
“Hello. Take a seat.” He had said. I took a seat and rolled up the sleeves of my suit jacket, making it look like I had not lost a second of sleep over this interview.
“What do you picture yourself doing in five years from now?” He had asked.
“Uh, possibly celebrating my five year anniversary of your asking me this question.” I had said with a smile on my face.
Suddenly, almost in the blink of an eye, I heard the sound of explosion- ten times worse than the explosion of the fireworks on the fourth of July. Then, the floor beneath my feet began vibrating, which is when I began to realize that something had gone completely wrong.
“Run! Let’s get out of here!” Mr. Clarke cried.
The walls then began cracking and everything began to shake. Seconds after the first massive explosion, I heard another explosion from way above. My heartbeat seemed to be the drum of a heavy-metal song and all the employees were rushing to get out; the elevators were out of order, and only screaming and nail- biting hysteria could be heard up and down the stairwell. All of us were unaware at the time that this was the airplane hitting the tower. Fire then began to swallow the walls and all you could see is gray smoke. Mr. Clarke had fallen and his face was scorched. I had used all my might to throw his heavy weight on my shoulders, save his life, and sprint down the steps. Sirens were now the only thing heard, but not our pleas for help. I had then felt myself sinking into the floor. I ran and ran, but I was not going anywhere. The steps of the stairwell were burnt away, along with the lives of many. The only option I had left was to jump. With Mr. Clarke still lying vulnerable in my arms, I scaled across the side of the burning building, closed my eyes, and jumped. A group of firemen held a huge trampoline beneath us, only my boss safely reached the edge of the trampoline. I landed on cement. I suffered a broken back and neck, which was considered lucky. My boss, however, died the next day of a heart attack. His death did not come from the airplane above, but from the explosion below.
I had always tried to tell my story, but no one ever cared to listen. I do not care what the government says, I do not care what scientists say, what happened on September 11 is something that does not come with a rewind and delete button. What happened on September 11 will always stay in our minds, have its own place in our hearts, and no matter how hard we try to cover it up, will be that distinctive stamp that marks our country until the end of time. Try to remember, and if you remember, that will make the difference.



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CuteCourt101 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 2, 2010 at 1:13 pm:
good job!!
 
CuteCourt101 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. replied...
Apr. 2, 2010 at 1:18 pm :
This peice is just amazing!! So much thought and feeling. It is so inspiring! 9/11 will always be engraved in my mind!! This story is just ... amazing! Great job! and your style is great too!
 
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Jen2 said...
Apr. 2, 2010 at 1:55 am:
This is the most thought provoking piece of writing that I have read in a long long time.  A wonderful piece of prose well beyond the age of the author.  Keep it up.
 
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agsmiley888 said...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 9:14 pm:

this is beautiful

amazing

 
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justbe-3 said...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 4:20 pm:
love it! nice work :)!
 
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jmc.13 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 8:47 am:

I love this. The beginning was genius, I love the writing style and natural rhyming aspect. The transition was clear and the September 11th story was touching and gripping. 

Great job! 

 
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eddiec said...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 7:37 am:
it is amazing that a girl who was 5 at the time of this tragedy can write so beautiful and touch my heart as no one else has
 
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ChickenParm said...
Apr. 1, 2010 at 7:33 am:
Very powerful article and well written! You have a talent for writing
 
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Johaa said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 10:02 pm:

Oh my gosh! This is really perfect :D 

And i agree with you September 11 changed many peoples lives and i think changed a country!

 
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Milo! said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 8:19 pm:
Wow. That's so deep. This is really good. 9/11 is one of those things everyone pretends like if it isn't mentioned, it never happened. This story stirs the water, and I love it.
 
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Laughternchoclate said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 7:41 pm:
Oh my goodness... this is touching. I'm super glad this isn't true, and I hope that it doesn't ever happen again. What a perfect piece... thank you for sharing!
 
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x3threatxo said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 3:24 pm:
elissa you are so talented <3 as your fellow writer, this is great. love you so much see you next summer <3JENINE&&IVAN<3 love you
 
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ZAVERY said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 3:07 pm:
Yeah, ~Air~ is right. The article was like a poem in the beginning. Love it! Five stars! *****
 
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laura=mtdew said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 3:04 pm:
this is AMAZING!!!!!!!!!! it is sooooooooooo coolio.  You are an amazing writer!! you should totally make a career out of this stuff!!! plus, i'd, like, buy every single book and tell everybody i passed on the street that one of my best friends wrote it and they'd be all like, "whaaaaaa?!?! i wanna a best friend who writes awesome tooooo!" ily :)
 
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cheeseballhead42 said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 1:14 pm:
OH MY GOSH....your writing is amazing!! this was awesome!! good job girl!<3
 
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D3N~Po0ki3SaUR:3 said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 11:42 am:
This actually very beautiful. I could feel what you were trying to tell. Wonderful!
 
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vicktiffer96 said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 10:56 am:
elissa, this is beautiful. I wasn;t even sure if it was you writing. This is something I would wanna read every day 
 
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FWFgirl said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 10:48 am:
Wow, that is AMAZING! I'm still stunned by such talent. 
 
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luckybl224 said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 10:00 am:
It was sooooo amazing elissa!!! ily!!! 
 
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freakyharlan said...
Mar. 31, 2010 at 9:56 am:
Thats fantastic. Thats absolutely amazing. I've read a lot of these things and thats the first time I've been really moved."You can get a splinter from simply sliding down a rainbow." Beautiful. Please write more!
 
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