“This is going to be awesome” Jamal said to Pete “I’ve heard you can see Mexico from the top”. “I know, what a great way to spend our last day in New York” Pete replied to Jamal. “Why did you have to book us to leave on the 11th of September, I don’t want to leave” Jamal said to Pete shrugging his shoulders. Pete and Jamal spent ages in anticipation waiting in the elevator up to the observatory floor. Ding “were here Pete!” Jamal screamed at Pete, brutally jabbing his ribs. “Yeah I know, and that hurt you know” Pete said, but Jamal had already ran off to the fence and was admiring the view. “yep Jamal, get a picture of this” Pete was leaning against the rail waiting for Jamal to take a picture when…”PETE!!! OH MY GOD!!! PETE!!!” Jamal screamed at Pete pointing over in the distance. Everybody started running and screaming, the noise was defining. Pete turned around, to see a massive jet engine plane only a few hundred meters away from the tower. “HOLY S**T OH MY GOD WHAT DO WE DO JAMAL!!!” Pete screamed at Jamal being completely unsure of what to do. Pete looked around to see people running around, couples hugging each other crying and people jumping off the observatory. Jamal was completely distraught, so much was going through his mind; he looked around to just see a last glimpse of Pete…before he jumped. “PETE!!!NO!!!” Jamal screamed and ran to the fence. Jamal fell to his knees, and it was then when everything turned grey. Jamal’s body was boiling, his skin was burning. Too much rubble was on top of Jamal for his body to handle. On that day of 911, Jamal and Pete, two best friends spent there last few hours together in happiness before the whole world filled with sadness.
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