The Towers are Falling

The fatal day or Nine Eleven.

       The Towers are falling

Bennet woke up, it was six A.M. and Bennet had another, busy day at the office to do. Bennets job was at the world trade center. Bennet was just like anyone that worked there, just a regular person. He jumped out of bed, turned his alarm off, and walked to his closet. Bennet went through all his suits, he decided he would wear the gray plaid jacket, and gray dress pants. Bennet picked up his cloths, and walked into the bathroom. Bennet changed, brushed his teeth, used the bathroom, and walked out looking nice and ready for the day ahead of him.

 Bennet walked into the kitchen, stuck some bread in the toaster, and pulled some jam out of the refrigerator. Bennet opened his door, and picked up the newspaper on his steps. Bennet slowly closed the door and walked, over to the kitchen. Bennet read the high light than set it on the cabinet. Bennet walked over to the toaster and pulled his toast out. He carefully put his jam on it. Bennet grabbed a briefcase at the front door, grabbed his toast, and headed out the door.

 The piece of toast was gone before he reached the car. Bennet unlocked the car, than sat down in his seat. He started the car, and drove down several streets, and stopped at a Starbucks. Bennet walked in, and ordered an expresso. The expresso was done within two minutes, and he was back in his car. Bennet drove to the world trade center, and parked.

 He walked into the building. Bennet looked around, and saw one of the elevators open. Bennet quickly ran into it and pressed the highest floor button. The elevator stopped several times, and people got in it going to different levels. After about fifteen minutes of going to level, after level, the elevator reached the top level. Bennet got off the elevator, and walked into a busy room.

People were everywhere, doing their jobs. Bennet passed about twenty desks, and then sat down. He set his briefcase on his desk, and turned his computer on. He started working on a project. Three hours later, someone screamed.

 “A plane is coming, toward the building”. Bennet, like most of the people were doing, ran to the stairs. Some of the people there were taking photos. The plane went crashing, into the building. Bennet fell, to his feet. He got up, and kept running down, the stairs. He made it down two levels, than stopped. The stairs had been filled with rubble.

He stopped, and looked around the floor. He spotted someone, under a pillar, and helped him up. Someone jumped from the building, and failed to reach the next floor. Bennet ran around the floors, seeing if he could help. The building was slowly falling. Bennet looked around, and suddenly slipped. He slowly, went sliding down, towards the window.

 He grabbed a pillar, and hung on, for dear life. The building was on fire, now. He sat there holding on, with all his strength, when suddenly he heard another explosion. He looked towards, the window, and saw the other tower falling, in the opposite direction. In a couple minutes the building Bennet was in started to collapse. Bennet lost his grip, and his fingers slipped, off the pillar.

He went sliding, towards the window. There was only one way of making it alive out of the tower, and that was to jump out of the window, and maybe land in the opposite tower, with a broken back, well at least you wouldn’t die. He went flying, out of the window and he pushed for dear life towards the other building. He was almost to the other building but it was too late. Shrapnel went through his body. Bennets body landed in the other tower dead. Lots of people died that day, not only are we supposed to morn for the dead rescuers, but the people that were in the tower, that fatal day.

Author's Note

Tell me what i did wrong and dont lie.