Flexible Friday 9/11 The worst day of my life... by Acer Waite Lyrics

It was my second week at my new job, as secretary for the head of the Fuji bank in the north tower. The sun was shining, and I could see the sparkling of the ocean. I was making a coffee when I heard a plane, you could often hear planes flying past been on the 76th floor, but this one sounded dangerously close! I looked out the window only to see the cock pit of the plane coming right for the tower, and before I could reacted it hit..."What's going on?" I said as I woke I looked around only to see a red-raw burning fire. I tried to escape it's blaze but the exit was locked and the other door was blocked by the volcanic flames of the blazing fire. I tried to kick it open but I just would not move I called for help but no-one could hear me over the screams of fear and pain I tried over-and-over to kick it open but it just would not move just as I was ready to give up I gave it one last kick and it shattered into a hundred pieces I then gave a sigh of relief as I stumbled trough the wreckage of the merciless flames I came across one of my collegs Chris me and him didn't get on after my I accidentally spilt a coffee over his new Giorgio Armani suit on my first day but this was not the time to hold grudges so we decided to try find a way out together we both realised the elevators wouldn't be working after the impact of the plane so we headed for the it was hard to see with all the ash in the air and it didn't make breathing any easier either and if that was not bad enough the plane had short-circuited the power so the lights was out too. we was on the 76th floor so we had along way to walk "Do you think we will make it out alive?" Chris said "I don't know we just have to keep going and hope for the best" once we reached around the 50th floor we found hundreds of other survivors all with the same objective escaping all fighting to make it trough the swarm body's been trampled if they missed a step