Another Day in the Life...

So this morning I woke up to the smell of eggo waffles in the toaster. I layed in bed untill I was ready to get up and thinking the waffles were for me I walked fast to the kitchen. Finding that they were, of course, for my little brother I threw in some cinnamon poptarts and swithed the TV from some boring morning news show to Bear in the Big BLue House, even though it's not that great it's better then the two old people talking about the news this morning. After the show I wait for my friend whose in 6th grade to get to the house and we walk to school together.
When I get to school we hang up our backpacks up on the coat rack and get ready to sit through another day with Ms. "Puttbutt". But something different happens today, everyone is acting strange. The TV is on in class and that never happens, and it keeps repeating the same scene of an airplane running into a tall building and that building falls to the groud. At that time an image sticks in my mind of people running with grey faces, covering their faces, and hiding in all small cracks of buildings. After sitting down we start talking about what happened this morning and Ms. Putnam says something about a terrorist. I'm pretty sure that's a bad thing....