Get Down-Personal Narrative

At first, It was a fantastic morning, just going to work and then…. The day,when a enormous plane came in and hit the building where I was working. I was working on the seventy eighth floor, and just as I was typing….. It felt like a massive bomb just hit my arm. We hear a roaring crash and we fly to the other side of the room. As we were all trying to escape I was trying to gather all of my things but really panicking. I was trying to find my purse because it had a lot of my money because after work I was going to put it all in the bank. I was starting to get really scared , for I really didn’t know how to get down I was worried if I used the stairs they would break as I was climbing down. There was also a guy lying next to me. So I said hey do you have any idea how to get down?

It was so strong. It was also making my eyes red so it was also hard to see anything. I see a loving friend that went to work with me not being able to move or getting out. All of the sudden the south tower is falling apart and there was a big hole between me and the stairs. I hear a voice say
“ Jump come follow me, for I have a plan to get down.” I was deciding if I should jump or just stay and try to find another way out. Or listen to the man. “I hear Brew say come on let’s go.” So we were going to jump to get down to the stairs. But wait, we have to help other people get down with us. We see the man who was helping us have a red handkerchief. “ Come on we have to get people down there.” One, two, three, and we jumped to get to the other side of the wood. “The man said so you go down the stairs to level fifty six and then take the elevator to get