[nailatixela]

I was just in 4th grade when it happened. During the morning we were told that there was a "small plane crash" in NY so we were all going home. Well, we were all super excited. I remember that the overall thought of all of us was that we are sorry for that small plane, but it's not a big deal so I'm glad we get to leave school early!

My grandpa picked me up and took me back to my house where my mom and grandma already were. My mom stayed home that today because my brother, who was in preschool, was sick. When I got in the car my grandpa was quiet, which is unlike him. I was all excited to get to go home. When I got home and saw what was on the news it was obiously a different story then what I was told. I remember seeing that it was much more serious. But what I really remember was being angry at how the school lied to us, because I felt really guility about being happy I got to go home that day.

I changed schools next year, on my own will.