Daniel Youds 10N
English –
Original Writing
The tranquil skyline of New York was the setting for my office. I was on the 42nd floor working for the world leading G.H.Martin & Son, the stockbrokers. My office had some of the most beautiful views in the world. You could look out of the window and look at all of the boats in the docks going about their daily business. When I used to stay at work late, you could see the beautiful red sun going down behind the buildings, I could not have wished for anything better.
I had been a very hectic morning, everyone was stressed out because we did have a big order coming through. We were all in the meeting room on the east side of the North tower. We had all just been told that we were getting a pay rise, so everybody was happy. All of a sudden there was an almighty, ear-piercing bang from above and a huge fireball came down the building and shattered the windows. We all jumped up in amazement and shock, we knew that we were going to have to get out of there. We were all running around in a daze wondering what had happened, we made for the stairs only to find that they were full, at this rate there was not going to be any hope of us getting out we finally got into the cramped stairwell and started our painfully slow descent down the huge building. The people who had come from the floors above were all covered in dust. It was like they had been out in the middle of winter, they just looked like human snowmen. The stairwell was extremely cramped and hot, people’s clothes were drenched in sweat from the struggle of trying to descend. I got to the bottom of a set of stairs and it was the 6th floor, my luck was changing maybe I did have a chance of getting out after all. Finally about 5 minutes later I could see the bottom of the ground floor stairs. That was the first time I had been glad to see the emblem of the World Trade Centres on the polished floor in the lobby. When I finally got to the doors I was free, but the terror that could be seen outside was dreadful, people were bleeding, there were people laying in heaps on the floor where they had jumped from above, their bodies looked like rag dolls that had been thrown away and run over by a car, it was just terrible. I stared all around be and then realised that whilst I had been getting out of that hell hole another plane had crashed it’s way into the second tower. It was now clear that this was no accident, someone had planned this. I thought ‘who could do such a thing, killing all those innocent people and depriving many children the chance to see one or both of their parents again’ I was lucky I had got out, but I could not believe that so many innocent people had lost their lives.
