I was 18. Engaged. And asleep.
Until my friend called me and asked me if I had heard.
"That the twin towers were hit. Like just a few minutes ago. Both of them."
"WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"
"Just turn on the TV. It's all over the news."
And that's what I did.
I was freaked out. Scared. Worried that for whatever reason the terrorist were probably plotting right then and there to bomb my house. So, I ran through the shower and went to my friends house where we watched the news all day. And of course, we went out and got gas because the world was ending and we needed our gas tanks full. Everyone else had the same thought and it took us forever to fill our tanks.
I was supposed to be in English 101, but there was no way I was going there. Because, again, I just knew it would be bombed while I was there.
I called Kent and talked to him for a bit. He was at work. I couldn't get in touch with my daddy because he was teaching and I talked to my momma for a little bit. But mostly I watched the news and just watched in shock everything that was going on.
I was 18. Engaged. And very much awake.