As we get out of the tunnel, I hear a really loud noise. I look up, and I see a plane flying so low. I feel my heart start to pound, my stomach begins to twist and turn and I feel like throwing up all of my breakfast. Something isn't right. I turn my face and look inside the car next to me; by the expression on their faces, I could tell that they feel uncertainty too. I look up again, and it seems like the plane is going to crash into one of the towers. I think to myself, "No way." By the time I am done saying this in my head, it happened. .
A plane went right through one of the Twin Towers. The flames start to rise out of the building. It looks like a movie. The flames go straight up into the air and form black clouds. All of a sudden, traffic came to a halt. My mother snaps out of the state of shock she was in. Over and over again she mutters, "We have to get out of New York now." The only thing I can do is stare at her. Nothing comes out of my mouth. It is just a moment of silence. My mom is trying so hard to get to the other tunnel, however, there is no sense in trying. Traffic is not moving at all. People get out of their cars and just stand there helpless. Tears begin to run down my face. When I look over, my mother is in the same condition I am in, but she is trying to hide it. She does not want me to be scared. She is not fooling anyone because her nose starts to turn red, and she is trying to tilt her head back so the tears would stay inside of her eyes.
A state of shock is the only way I can describe it. It feels like ten minutes pass by, and the sound of another plane is slowly becoming louder, "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." It is flying over our heads. By this time, I know exactly where this one is headed, but I still try to lie to myself. Everyone is just staring and hoping that what they are thinking cannot be possibly happening, but it happened. The second plane hits, and all of the sudden, traffic starts moving.
