America woke up early one morning, back in 2001.
She checked the date. 9/11.
"My heart dreads this day, I don't know why."
Suddenly, she looked out her window.
To see the worst thing since Vietnam.
A plane had crashed into the First Twin.
A clashing pain shot from her mind to her heart.
The twin was bleeding out of his chest all the hardwork he had.
All the happiness, progress, and life he had.
America felt as if she had lost some of her heart.
Images of destruction, tears, and blood filled her mind.
Images of jumping people, dust, and despair.
But then.
Another plane.
Crashed into the Second Twin.
America's screams of pure