8am, I look over at the clock and realize I am late yet again. As I lay in my bed in the front part of the house, I listen for the sounds of my brother leaving for school, my sister making breakfast, and my 2 year old niece crying. Silence. Is it possible that no one is home?
Making my way out of bed and towards the hallway, I turn on the television my dad bought for me the Christmas before he left. Early morning cartoons were still on, yay I didn’t miss ‘em. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I head to the bathroom across the hall from my brother and nieces room, to for my first urination for the day. All the lights are off confirming my earlier theory of a vacant home. I sigh in relief realizing that I wouldn’t have to rush to get ready for school; in fact I could probably stay home for half the day before anyone returned home. I walk back to my room and turned on Pepper Ann…”She’s like one in a milliooooon…” I love that theme song. At the second commercial break, my stomach starts to rumble, time for some breakfast.
I walk down the narrow lavender hallway, and into our tiny kitchen. It’s a mess, the sink was full of last night’s dishes, and once again the food had been left out. I pick at the rice and beans on the stove, and decide to have a bowl of cereal instead. As I fish through the sink for a bowl and spoon, I feel a warm softness against my ankle. The cat had returned. I want to pet her but then I remember that I don’t recall the last time I saw her, and that she was probably living in some ally, which meant she most likely had fleas, so I option to kick her instead. Unlike our last cat she doesn’t whimper, rather she thinks this is a game, and insists on touching me even more. I feel disgusted by this mangy cat, so I ditch the bowl and grab the box of cereal as I run back to my room, closing the door behind me. I plop down in front of the television hoping to catch the second half of the show, when the TV turns to static. Ugh what now? Irritated, I began flicking through the channels, until I see two parallel skyscrapers on the screen, one of which appears to be smoking. In the background of the program there is a newscaster speaking in a monotone voice. What is this? This is…this is, boring. I guess I’ll just take a shower, and go to school.
As the steam from the water fills the bathroom, I remember that LaToya and I were supposed to cut school today. She was going to take me to the World Trade Center mall; I had never been to a mall and didn’t believe that they even had any in New York. I guess I’ll call her after I’m done getting dressed. It’s 9am when I get out of the shower. I’m super late. It’ll take me at least an hour to take the train from my South Bronx home to my high school in Chelsea. At the rate I’m going I might be able to make it to third period. I walk back to room and realize the same show is on. Great, and here I thought I’d be able to start the day on a high note.
As I stare at the screen, watching the most boring news program on earth, I watch a plane fly into the second the building. The second building, these two buildings, parallel and identical in appearance, stands two buildings in downtown Manhattan, they are…oh shit, they are the Twin Towers. Oh shit this is happening right now. My phone begins to ring, oh shit it’s my sister. Oh shit, I’m supposed to be in school. I hurriedly get dressed and pack my bag. She is expecting me to be downtown, she’s expecting me to at school, and she’s probably on her way home. Before rushing out of the house, I grab a blank tape and push it into the VCR. I’m still not sure of the seriousness of these events, but I know that it’s not good. So I press record and run out of the house.