I appreciate the reader reading my short true story.

As you all know, four years ago, terrorist hijackers hijacked american airplanes and flew them into the well known trade market in america. The World Trade Center. Thousands of people died, the terror-threat gauge is up to orange, millions of dollars was lost, a war rages on for the U.S. vs. Iraq, and most importantly, the world trade centers were destroyed. But I don't feel anything. This was the most tragic incident since Pearl Harbor. But i'm not sad nor mad.

They ask the question, "where were you when the terrorist attacks occured?" I can answer that question without hesitation. I was at school. Jackie Robinsion Middle School. I was in the 7th grade. It was second period i was in wood shop making a wooded owl when a teacher blasted in thelling the my woodshop teacher that "they blew up the world trade center."

I was not phased. After lunch the teachers called all the students of the school to a classroom to watch cnn news. It was an amasing sight. (not the good amasing) The building was on fire, people were jumping out of 46 story buildings, and everybody was running away like a Godzilla movie. The other kids were exclaiming, laughing, shouting, and snickering. I stayed passive and just watched the sight.

In the end, Some gets mad at what happened. But I'm not. Most of the people are crying about what happened. But I'm not. Others are glad it happened. But I don't know what to think. I was never really concerned about what happened because I was not as compasioned the whole. Four years later, and I still ain't. I don't have the feeling, and I just don't get it. But I ask you, is it a shame to act this way , or is it normal to have this feeling? So therefore, Ileave you with these words, cuando el terror pulsa, no lo siento. Which is spanish for "when terror strikes, I don't feel it." Remember those words.

This has been a Short Story From the Nefarious Aquarius, Mario D Love, But Better known as, Brock KE.