This is part of the April 2013 A-Z Challenge. Enjoy!
It was cold and bright that morning on September 11, 2001. Students rushed in speaking of unimaginable events. A plane hit the Twin Towers. Ridiculous. Or so I thought. Time was a blur, helping students to reach their parents. I was one of the last to leave the school. Walked to the Staten Island Ferry. Acrid smoke in the air. Hard to breathe. Dust and ash on my clothes and shoes. So tired and thirsty. I was the last person to reach home that night. But at least I was able to go home that day. So many did not.
Drabble- n. story told in exactly 100 words.