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#dAISY I JUST SCREAMED??

i remember 9/11 of course. i was about six. i was in first grade. and i was reaaaally thirsty. so i kept getting up for water, and we had a water fountain in class. my teacher, who in the short two months she'd had me (or less, i dunno.), had learned to be very strict with me. as in, she fucking hated me so she was a bitch to me. c:0 well, she gave me a referral. and, i gathered up my things to go to the office. when i got there, they told me to sit down by the clinic. all the TVs were playing the same show, and i'd already grown accustomed to ignoring the news. i just didn't pay much attention, because it wasn't interesting to me. so, i had no clue what was going on when my mom came to pick me up. i, honestly, started crying because i thought she was taking me out of school forever cause i'd gotten a referral. she also took sam home, which i thought was weird. but, she took us home. and my grandmother tried to tell us all what was happening, but idk. now, i can't speak for sam, but it wasn't until.. anywhere between a few weeks and 9/11 the next year that i actually knew what happened. the foremost thing on my mind at the time was whether or not it would be rude to walk in front of the television to grab my colouring books from the cabinet underneath. (i did it either way).