twin towers

Hello, my name is donny. I'm a simple guy with a simple life. I have few friends and no brothers or sisters. My mom and dad divorced when I was nine. Now I'm sixteen. I go to school every day, every week. I've never missed a day of school my whole life. My heart is set on studying. I guess you could say I'm pretty boring. Wrong. My life changed completly on Tuesday, September 11, 2001.
New York City was the last place anyone would want to be. Sitting at my desk, looking out the window was a regular for me.
"donny?"
I look away from the window to the direction I heard my name being called. The teacher was staring at me, almost as if she wanted me to say something. I give her a blank look and wonder what she wants.
"donny, I'm not going to tell you again. Pay attention." She demanded.
She went back to writing our weekly terms on the black board. I wait a few minutes then glance back at the window. Just like almost every other day, I see a plane fly by. Today was one of those days. I look back at the teacher to make sure she was still writing on the board. She had about seventeen terms left to write. I look back out the window. The plane was going by fast, heading straight towards one of the twin towers.
"donny!" The teacher yells.
I don't dare look away from the window, but she yells my name again. I can feel everyone's eyes in the class room staring at me.
"donny!" I hear her noisy shoes clinking my way. I look up at her and she asks, "What are you looking at?"
I look back out the window. She does the same. We both watch as the plane flies right into the first building. I hear all the students in the classroom rush over to the window, wanting to see what was happening. We all watch as flames and smoke poor out of the hole in the building. We all knew that hundreds have just died in under three seconds. I can hear students behind me saying, "Oh my gosh!" and "Cool!"
But in my head I thought, "Shouldn't someone do something?"
I blinked repeatedly, hoping I was just dreaming or at least seeing things. But the sight of the building remaind, and so did the smoke. I could hear the fire trucks rushing up the streets towards the tall building.