Everything Happens For a Reason

this is a story about what i think the world would be like if 9/11 never happened.

Everything Happens for a Reason

    Thrilled and excited, I climbed upon the time machine, a huge metal giant waiting for me to go back in time to change history. There were wires and buttons everywhere, I couldn’t wrap my mind around the fact that I was going to go back in time and save so many people. Albert started up the machine. 5...4...3...2...1. The machine came to life with a vengeance. Lights flashing every which way, years flying past me. 2000......1990......1980...1974. I was thrown across the floor when the time machine screeched to a halt at April 3, 1973. It was the day before the grand opening of the Twin Towers, and at the stroke of midnight I was going to destroy them.
    Amazed at what I had just witnessed, I cautiously stepped out of the machine. Bell-bottoms, platform shoes, hippies, big hair, it was all right before my eyes. I looked around bewildered, I couldn’t believe that I actually went back in time! I walked into one of the nearby stores,  Hocas Pocas was blaring through the speakers, big and round.
    11:30 p.m., dressed in all black, I crept out of the time machine with the dynamite. Luckily I didn’t have to sneak around as the streets were quiet and deserted. Caution tape hung around the outside of the World Trade Center. Nervous and sweating, I ducked under the tape to get closer to the towers. There was no backing out now, I knew I had to do this. I set one set of dynamite by each building and set the timer for midnight. It was 11:55 p.m., I had five minutes to get back to the time machine and return home. Almost flying, I hurdled over the neon yellow tape and sprinted back to the time machine. 11:59 p.m., I took one last look and stepped in the time machine at the stroke of midnight.
    Something was different. It was quiet, too quiet. There were usually kids riding their bikes down the streets, playing tag, and skipping rope. But not today. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, the trees were still, the birds were silent. Thats when I heard it, the loudest boom I had ever heard before. It sounded like a bomb. It couldn’t be a bomb though, who would bomb us? We weren’t in a war with anyone thanks to me. Heart pounding, I ran inside my house and quickly turned on the news. “....It’s the day we have all been waiting for, and prayed would never happen. The Taliban has attacked us......” the lady on the news said. I drowned out the rest. How could this happen? I went back in time so that their wouldn’t be a war! I quickly called my mother and asked if everything was alright. Panicking and crying, she answered the phone. I could barely make out what she was saying as she was trying to hold back her sobs. “Mom what’s going on?” I asked her terrified. “We are under attack, the Taliban have come here to start a war.” “Is Jimmy alright?” I asked her, I prayed that nothing would happen to my six year old brother and that he would be ok. “Who’s Jimmy?” My mother asked me. “This is no time for jokes mom, how is he taking all of this? Is he ok?” “Sweetheart I’m sorry but I have no idea what you are talking about.” “Mom this isn’t funny. You had Jimmy after you married John.” “ I don’t have a son named Jimmy. Are you sure your feeling alright? And who is John? I’m married to Tony and we don’t have any children except for you.” What was going on? How could my mother not know she had a son, and did she just say she was married to Tony?! “Mom Tony’s dead. He died when the plane crashed into the Twin Towers.” “Darling what on earth are you talking about? Tony is most certainly not dead, he’s right here if you would like to talk to him. And what are you talking about a plane crashing into the World Trade Center? Everyone  knows that they were destroyed in the 70’s.....”
     I dropped the phone. I couldn’t believe what was going on. I actually did it. But this wasn’t what I wanted to happen. To not have my little brother anymore, who I loved dearly, and to start a war. I just wanted to save people lives.  What was I going to do?
    Grabbing my keys and purse off of the counter, I ran outside to drive to my parents house. I walked out the door when I saw a bunch of men, armed, standing along the street. What where they doing here? I asked myself. Dressed in black, a man turned around and was staring right at me. He yelled something that I couldn’t understand. I quickly ran back inside my house. Moments later there was pounding at the door, someone was screaming for me to let them in. Fearful, I flew out the back door and hid behind my house. Breathing heavily, I peaked around the corner to see if anyone saw me. A man, a tall and scary figure, stood on the corner of the road waiting for something to indicate that he was not alone.
    I heard gun fire from all around me. Just then my neighbors home blew up in flames, Stacy ran out of her home with her daughter, Kayla. The man slowly crept up to her. Stacy, small and frightened, screamed as they took her newborn baby away. Eyes narrowing, I looked at him with hatred. Smoke filled the air as Stacy ran up to the man trying to fight him to give her her child back. She fell to the ground, a man from across the street shot her. Crying, I couldn’t believe what I had done. All I wanted to do was help people and I ended up killing more instead. I knew I had to go back in time and make it right. I crept back inside my house and sprinted down the stairs to the basement. I got to the time machine through a small door behind my washer the first time. I used all of my force to try to move the washer. Slowly, it inched further and further away from the wall. I was almost crying, I was so happy that I could fix all of this, but something was horribly wrong. The door was gone. There was no way back....

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So you don't get to fix anything? What is THIS? Haha, I must say, I was not expecting this story to be anything like this. Good job! I bet DeRose liked it, too :)