My first time in "Newcomers High Schol"

The first time I went to New York was Christma`s vacations. In this occasion we were my mother, my brother and I. We arrived at my aunt`s apartment all the month. I remenbered were a good vacations, eventhoug was a winter very cold. But, I knew many pretty and different places. But like everything, the trip finished and it was time to return to home.

But no everyboby came back, because my brother decided to remain in New York.

After months I also wanted to return to New York to study, and with ticket in hand I returned and to the month already I was enrolled in the school. Everything marched normal, although this was something new for my, because0 there was people from all parts of the world.

And one day (september, 11) I was in gym class, when the teacher say "Hey gays, everybody come here, there are something I have to comunicate you". So we were ready to lisen to the teacher, when she turn on the television, and said, "I don`t really what`s happening, but the twin towers suffered an accident, because an airplane crushed in the top of one of the towers"

Everybody was in shock! And the rumors started some comments was and accident, and others said, no is`s not an accident, this is something plaqned by some terrorits.........

I didn`t know what to think, I was very confused and I just wanted to go back home.

But surprise the teachers said "Nobody could leve the building school until trains and buses normalized their routes. The time kept going and the news now said "there isn`t an accident, this is a terrorism attack". I was more confused than after, I didn`t know what to do, then some friends came to me and toll me "let`s leave the school building" so I decided to do it.

So when we opened the door everything was so dark and scare.

We had to walk until aor departments, bacause there weren`t trains eighter buses, and each minute, everything got worst, bacause in the news we hear more terrorism attack in Washinton,

I did`t know what was going to happened, but at the next day people still were very scared and confused. Then days, months and yeard had passed, we had listened new news and stories about the people who died and the suvivor people. But no body had forget it that terribol day.... A day that marked the people`s life for ever...