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I had to write a narrative story 4 English and i wanted to know what you think of it and also can you think of a title for the story
On that day, my friend and I were at home watching TV. Suddenly the channels started to show the news and everyone was talking about the Twin Towers and the airplanes that crushed into Tower one. I didn't quite understand what was going on. I thought it was just a movie or a show, but i was shocked and I realised that my brother was in one of these buildings and that he was in trouble and needed help. i was quiet until my parents arrived home. Later on, i started to worry and I was asked by my parents what was wrong, I finally answered by showing them what was going on TV " look my brother is there , he’s in trouble " at that time the second plane crashed in to Tower Two where my brother was .I was shocked and my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I started to worry more and more so I decided to call him to verify if he was ok, but couldn't reach him. From that moment I thought something has gone terrible wrong and didn’t know what to do but to just control my self.
Later on my family friends came over to support and give hope that my brother was ok. After a little while telephone rang that was my cousin and said " he was all right he just got injured a little " However my mother's feelings couldn't believe in what he said and began to call every friend that my brother knew and found out that my cousin was lying for us not to panic and then found out that he was missing. I was wondering where he was ? was he ok? and began to pray. Soon the telephone rang again, that was my brother’s girlfriend and said " I spoke with him he called me to say that he was ok but that he was in the tower, and i told him to come down but he answered " I can't there’s fire everywhere and the plane crushed and blocked the exits" When we see the devastation on the screen
We just thought that there was no way he might make it out of this but we had to have hope. We watched as the rescuers carried and dragged the people out of there to safety I realised none of those people were my brother We watched as more rescuers went in than came out with people in need of help but all we wanted to see is a beloved one come out from the ruins alive and safe, not everyone would get their wish. then after a short while we get a call by the police saying that he made it out alive but he was injured and that he was in hospital. We were so relieved that nothing happened to him. I just felt bad for the ones that didn't make it, and selfish for the fact that deep down I was glad it was them rather than he. We, as a family will get over this, a lot of people won't, but I’ll try not to think about it.
The End.
On that day, my friend and I were at home watching TV. Suddenly the channels started to show the news and everyone was talking about the Twin Towers and the airplanes that crushed into Tower one. I didn't quite understand what was going on. I thought it was just a movie or a show, but i was shocked and I realised that my brother was in one of these buildings and that he was in trouble and needed help. i was quiet until my parents arrived home. Later on, i started to worry and I was asked by my parents what was wrong, I finally answered by showing them what was going on TV " look my brother is there , he’s in trouble " at that time the second plane crashed in to Tower Two where my brother was .I was shocked and my heart was about to beat out of my chest. I started to worry more and more so I decided to call him to verify if he was ok, but couldn't reach him. From that moment I thought something has gone terrible wrong and didn’t know what to do but to just control my self.
Later on my family friends came over to support and give hope that my brother was ok. After a little while telephone rang that was my cousin and said " he was all right he just got injured a little " However my mother's feelings couldn't believe in what he said and began to call every friend that my brother knew and found out that my cousin was lying for us not to panic and then found out that he was missing. I was wondering where he was ? was he ok? and began to pray. Soon the telephone rang again, that was my brother’s girlfriend and said " I spoke with him he called me to say that he was ok but that he was in the tower, and i told him to come down but he answered " I can't there’s fire everywhere and the plane crushed and blocked the exits" When we see the devastation on the screen
We just thought that there was no way he might make it out of this but we had to have hope. We watched as the rescuers carried and dragged the people out of there to safety I realised none of those people were my brother We watched as more rescuers went in than came out with people in need of help but all we wanted to see is a beloved one come out from the ruins alive and safe, not everyone would get their wish. then after a short while we get a call by the police saying that he made it out alive but he was injured and that he was in hospital. We were so relieved that nothing happened to him. I just felt bad for the ones that didn't make it, and selfish for the fact that deep down I was glad it was them rather than he. We, as a family will get over this, a lot of people won't, but I’ll try not to think about it.
The End.