9-11
My
day started like no other. I woke up at 6 am in my small slightly furnish Brooklyn
apartment. I stumbled into my bath to take a shower before work. The sun beamed
in from my window while strolled out of my bath to grab a bit to eat. I checked
my watch I was running out of time.
Went
down stairs to call for a cab. While I was waiting my friend Roy that work
across the street from Liberty Pizza. Liberty Pizza the place that I work at.
“Yo, you want to share a cab” said Roy. I thought why not if we’re going in the
same direction. “Yo Marchisio you have any plan tonight, I was wonder if you
wanted to go to Stout (Our favorite sports bar in NYC).” Asked Roy. I had no
other plans going on, also the Yankees were playing tonight.
The
cab finally arrived outside our apartments at 6:45. We hop on in and tell the
cab driver to go to 114 Liberty Street.
The
cab pulls up to our destination. “That will be $9.10” Said the driver. “I’ll pay for this if you pay for the beers
tonight” I said “You got a deal.”
I
arrive at work 7:05. “Marchisio you have a delivery for 71 Broadway.” Yelled my
overweight boss Sal from behind the counter. I grabbed the pizza and rushed out
the door to the pizza van. The pizza van was the funnest thing to drive. Theirs
a giant pizza, soda and fries attached to the van. Also the van was painted red
and on the sides there’s a streak of melted cheese painted on. I plug in my
iPod and head out for my delivery
I
make it to 71 Broadway at 7:20. The guy at the door was impressed with the
serves and gave me a 10 dollar tip.
I
notice my friend Frank at the corner of the street at his hot dog stand. I walk
up to his stand and ask him what’s going on. I asked if he was free to go to
the bar with me and Roy tonight and it a man’s night out. Frank slings me a dog
while I’m leaving and says he’ll make it.
I
make it back to work at 7:35. “Marchisio come help me take out the trash, it’s
starting to overflow.” Yelled Sal. I open the doors the kitchen and see the
trash overflowing with moldy cheese and opened sardines about a week old. The
smell radiating from trash was that of a wet dog.
I
finally finish taking out the trash at 7:45. Then Sal yells another order for
142 Cherry Street. I get into the van and depart for my delivery. The traffic
for this is very harsh it will take me an extra 5 minutes to get to the
destination. While I waited in traffic I blasted up some tunes witch helped
pass the time while waiting to turn.
I
arrive at 7:58 with the pizza still warm. The customer was mad of the time so I
gave them some free coupons. Everyone love free coupons. After I dropped of the
pizza I had a sick feeling in my stomach. So I walked over to the corner drug
store to get some medicine.
I
leave the block at 8:15. The traffic has gotten heavier than last time. I turn
on the radio at 8:30 because I wasn’t going anywhere in traffic anytime soon. I
get 2 blocks away from Liberty Pizza and I see something in the sky. I realize
that it’s a plane. The time was 8:46. I wonder to myself why the plane is so
low. Then I see it. My eyes are in disbelief. My ears hear screams of tragedy.
I follow the plane with my eyes and can believe it. The plane crash right into
the World Trade Center. I remember this morning my friend went to work in the
World Trade Center. I got onto my phone and called my friend. He picks up the
phone then I hear screaming. I asked if he was hit. “No we’re below the crash
site.” I told him to get out as fast as possible.
I
got out of my car and sprinted down the street to the smoking buildings. I see
people scrambling out to save their lives. I see my friend run out of the
burning towers. Roy and I both know what we are suppose to do now. We rush to
the fire officers on site. We asked if they need assistants. They said they can
use as much help as possible. We got suited and rushed into the building.