We Were Burried in the WTC Rubble (standard:horror, 1132 words)
Author: Susystars	Added: Oct 14 2001	Views/Reads: 3541/2396	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
This is a fiction story of two WTC employees who wanted to get new identites so they decided to be burried in the WTC rubble and live happliy ever after with their embezzled money they stole from their clients. Be careful what you ask for...you just might

This is out of the realm of what I write but I had to let you know where
are young adult minds are capable of creating. In their minds they got 
away with it, I changed the ending because I believe you get what you 
ask for. 

September 11, 2001, the day I died in the WTC tragedy. I couldn’t
believe my eyes, I was talking to Tom, my best friend when we heard 
someone screaming its coming down, the WTC is falling. We both stood up 
and went running to the door of the bar, as I opened it I was pushed 
back inside by a woman who was running for her life screaming it’s 
falling down, oh my God, oh my God. Tom caught her just as she tripped 
over one of the bar stools, knocking both of them to the ground.. He 
got up, reached a chair for her, feeling it would be safer than sitting 
on a high bar stool. 

Tom got her calmed down and stated asking her what she was talking about
as I went back to the door to see if I could see anything but all I 
could see thru the glass was total darkness and it happened to be one 
in the afternoon. I was afraid to open the door, I could here people in 
the darkness screaming, then sirens bellowing as if the were coming 
from every street. What had happened? What did she mean the WTC was 
falling? As I turned to go back to where Tom was I could hear the 
television, even above all the commotion outside I heard the a man 
saying two planes had crashed into the WTC. I still couldn’t believe 
it. Forgetting about Tom I walked straight over to the television and 
there it was, big as life, I saw with my own eyes, the WTC on fire. 

Watching in amazement I heard the door open and Fireman say, is every
one ok? People started running up to him wanting to know what had 
happened. The fireman told us the WTC was hit by planes and asked us to 
stay inside and every thing would be ok. 

Tom comes to where I was sitting and starts telling me what the woman
had told him. Four planes were hijacked, two hitting the WTC, one 
hitting the pentagon, and one crashed in an open field. I couldn’t 
believe what I was hearing. I was shocked, stunned, and I couldn’t 
move, I couldn’t take my eyes off the television. 

After about two hours, a policeman came into the bar to inform all of us
it was safe to leave and that we all had to go because they were 
closing off the area. 

Tom and I started walking in the direction of our cars and were told we
couldn’t go that way because there was nothing left as the WTC had 
fallen and the cars were buried under rubble. Not knowing what to do, 
we decided to walk. 

As we’re walking an idea struck me like a bolt of lightening. Tom and I
had done something terrible and we did not know how to fix what we had 
done but this, this WTC thing was great. God thank you, thank you God 
is all I kept saying. Then a smile came across my face as I looked at 
Tom. I stopped, “Tom” I yelled, “I have the answer to all our 
problems”. It’s a great idea and it will work. Tom and I had met today 
to discuss what we were going to do about our problem but this, our 
prayers had been answered. What happened today was our way out. 

I suggested we get a room and stay there for a week to get things ready.
Tom agree because I was the leader, I always managed to get us out of 
trouble. 

So we did, we got a room and hid out for the rest of the week,
discussing our plans and following the tragedy on the television. 

Now it is the 18th of September and our plan was set, we would be off to
Mexico. We would rent a car and go to the deepest part of Mexico where 
we would be safe. 

I had been following the news and they no more survivors not even bodies
were being found, only the five the second day of the digging. They 
were loosing hope as each day went by. The plan couldn’t have been 
better. 

You see, Tom and I had been embezzling millions of dollars from our
clients and this was the opportunity we needed to disappear. I thanked 
God we decided not to go to work that today was the day we had to do 


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