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Alright...
As you've just heard...a plane crashed less then a football field away from my apartment...
I was doing homework, actually reading my psychology book on the effects of natural disasters and
post traumatic stress disorder resulting from tragedy and all the sudden I hear something like
and engine, and at first I think its just a car but then it was so loud, and so close, and then
I heard a huge crash, and our apartment shook. I thought a car hit it or something. My mom
comes into my room screaming to get outside and that she thinks its a plane, and we get
outside and sure enough people are running out of their houses screaming its a plane.
We run behind my apartment and there's huge flames, and smoke, and as we try
to make out what it is there's another explosion and people screaming and running away
and so I just started running. I went back into my apartment and grabbed everything I could,
the flames looked so close that I thought my apartment would be burned down. I grabbed
my laptop and charger, my phone and charger for that, my hair straightener, and deoderant
and a bottle of water from the fridge..for whatever reason, and then my mom screamed for
me to get out, and so I did. My moms boyfriend was missing we couldn't find him anywhere
and we ran across the street. My friend who lives there was standing outside sobbing
and hugged me and we talked about what we saw, and then there was another explosion
and more smoke. We were just running around crying and confused at this point, the fire
trucks were coming and soo many people were around outside walking..I found a cell phone
on the ground and someone called and it was the owners sister, and my mom was yelling
at me to get in the car and I told her I had to return this phone and she was really losing it...
so I ended up returning the phone after a lot of confusion and I went to a friends house, watched
the news for a bit, cried some more, went to a friends house who lived RIGHT next to the crash
and watched the fire fighters put the fire out...and then the wind changed and a plume of smoke
hit all three of us and we could barely breath, and all I could think was..am I breathing in the dead? There were 48 people on board and one person in the house...and I'm pretty sure they
all died. As I was wondering "whats that sound? an engine?" 48 people were scared out
of their minds in that plane, knowing they were about to die...I cant even fathom it. I'm still
shaking. I'm at my ex step dads now just to be away from all the smoke...
That could have so easily been my apartment. I could be dead right now :'[
I'm really losing it guys...
As you've just heard...a plane crashed less then a football field away from my apartment...
I was doing homework, actually reading my psychology book on the effects of natural disasters and
post traumatic stress disorder resulting from tragedy and all the sudden I hear something like
and engine, and at first I think its just a car but then it was so loud, and so close, and then
I heard a huge crash, and our apartment shook. I thought a car hit it or something. My mom
comes into my room screaming to get outside and that she thinks its a plane, and we get
outside and sure enough people are running out of their houses screaming its a plane.
We run behind my apartment and there's huge flames, and smoke, and as we try
to make out what it is there's another explosion and people screaming and running away
and so I just started running. I went back into my apartment and grabbed everything I could,
the flames looked so close that I thought my apartment would be burned down. I grabbed
my laptop and charger, my phone and charger for that, my hair straightener, and deoderant
and a bottle of water from the fridge..for whatever reason, and then my mom screamed for
me to get out, and so I did. My moms boyfriend was missing we couldn't find him anywhere
and we ran across the street. My friend who lives there was standing outside sobbing
and hugged me and we talked about what we saw, and then there was another explosion
and more smoke. We were just running around crying and confused at this point, the fire
trucks were coming and soo many people were around outside walking..I found a cell phone
on the ground and someone called and it was the owners sister, and my mom was yelling
at me to get in the car and I told her I had to return this phone and she was really losing it...
so I ended up returning the phone after a lot of confusion and I went to a friends house, watched
the news for a bit, cried some more, went to a friends house who lived RIGHT next to the crash
and watched the fire fighters put the fire out...and then the wind changed and a plume of smoke
hit all three of us and we could barely breath, and all I could think was..am I breathing in the dead? There were 48 people on board and one person in the house...and I'm pretty sure they
all died. As I was wondering "whats that sound? an engine?" 48 people were scared out
of their minds in that plane, knowing they were about to die...I cant even fathom it. I'm still
shaking. I'm at my ex step dads now just to be away from all the smoke...
That could have so easily been my apartment. I could be dead right now :'[
I'm really losing it guys...
