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I woke up just like
any other morning, and asked why GOD cant it be Saturday? I got out of
bed and went into the kitchen only to see my sister eating the last of
my favorite cereal and asked why GOD? I went into my bedroom after heating
up a piece of last nights cold pizza grumbling, only to find my favorite
pair of jeans still in the washer and I asked why God?
My day had already
started out from my idea of horrible, or at least what I had thought horrible
until later in the morning. I headed off to school and said things have
to get better, but I was so wrong, things got worse. I was going to Elm
Tree Elementary then, and Mrs. Finley kept going out into the hall and
talking to all the other teachers.
Our classroom
started getting worried that something was wrong at our school. Mrs. Finley
told us nothing was wrong at Spring Hill, but there was something very
wrong in New York, and Washington, but we needed to have our parents explain
what was going on there. I was anxious and scared as I got off the bus
and ran into my home to ask my mom or dad what was going on.
My mom was watching
the news crying, and we sat watching the events on tv. That night my family
put out white candles and we kept them outside for many nights after that
tragic event and we prayed for the families that got hurt and all I could
keep wondering is why GOD?
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