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Floor 29


I was in the tower.

The tower that fell down.

I will never forget that day.

All the screams and all the cries.

Than plane crashed right above me.

Blazing flames came roaring.

I ran to the exit.

Evereyone crowds around.

Thank you to the firefighter that saved our lives.

Once I got out I started heading home.

To tell  my family that I loved them.

I took one last look at the tower.

And saw the tower fall down

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