Benji, My Hero

I felt a warm hand on my back waking me up with “Honey do you want to go to work with me? The teachers have meetings all day, so you didn’t have preschool!!!” I rolled over to look at my alarm and it was 6:30 am but I still answered with a yes, and remembered it was the 11th, a Tuesday. My mom picked out a nice outfit, jeans and a plaid shirt that was navy blue, red, and white. My dad was already at work, he is a hero who fights fires and saves people! On the way to work my mom picked up Benji and his mom, benji is my bestest friend ever, we have known each other since we were one year old. We stopped at panera, me and benji both got a strawberry banana smoothie, and the mom 's got an egg sandwich. On the way there we saw that the new breakfast

My mom works in the north tower, on the 103 floor, it’s pretty scary but it’s also pretty. My mom is the boss of the company and has a very generous assistance, his name is Jack, sometimes he plays with us and takes us down to the food court to get snacks! My mom holds my hand while i 'm holding benji’s and he 's holding his moms. When we got in the elevator there was a creepy man, one with a very long beard, a guy yelling on the phone, a girl very impatient, someone who kept farting and my mom’s assistance who I think is one of the nicest people in the building. On the way up to 103 floor my mom kept checking her watch like something was going to happen or she was late, I saw on her watch that it was 7:21. When we finally got up to the 103 floor me and Benji ran to our mom’s offices while Jack was trying to slow us down. I took out my coloring stuff, mini football, stuffed animal, and board games. Jack asked if I wanted to play a board game with me, of course I said yes, I went to get benji, he was also getting out all of his stuff, I asked him if he wanted to play sorry with me and Jack he answered with a

It was a firefighter, when I got up they ran me to a ambulance, when we were running I saw Benji with a breathing mask and a lot of people around him, I started to cry again. I had to get stitches and I also had a shattered arm. When they said I could walk I went to look for my mom and dad, then all of our memories went through my head, my mom there on the first day of preschool, when I dislocated my arm, the first time I ever rode my bike and also for my first time on a two wheeler, but she wasn’t here when I got my stitches, I had to at least find her and make 100,000,000,000 more memories with her. I ran through the rubble trying to find her but when I looked to the left I saw the firefighters carrying a dead woman, my mom. Then I noticed I was stepping on something it was my dad’s helmet. I started to scream, I saw many dead people that worked for my mom and other businesses. A firefighter came over to me and hugged me he said that my dad was okay but my mom didn’t make it out. He lead me to my dad and i saw him in one of the beds that looked like mine he has a broken foot, concussion, and had to get a lot of stitches. I hugged him for the shortest five minutes of my life even though that day was the longest, worst, miserable day of my entire life. Benji never found his mom and his dad was already in a better place so my dad adopted him. The first couple of weeks after the attack Benji would just start crying, I usually hug but sometimes I