I was writing, sitting at the corner desk in my old bedroom. For some reason I had the radio on that morning, which was random. I didn't fully grasp what was going on at first. And then I started to realize, so I ran downstairs to talk to my parents, who were just in shock, just in time to see the second plane hit. I screamed.

My brother even came home from work to grab one of our TVs and take it to work so they could watch the coverage.

Stupidly I just looked up the coverage of the second plane hitting, and this one video has all of the coverage from the different stations as the plane hit. I feel sick. It still is so surreal.