[One, Two, Middlesboogie]

I was so sad about this disaster for the whole of today. I just broke down and cried hard in the middle of science. All my friends asked me what was wrong, and I felt like shouting "What the hell do you think is wrong?! Half a hundred thousand people have died and many are still trapped under rubble, we are on the brink of war and you selfish arrogant happy-go-lucky bastards are just prancing around having fun and saying 'Oo, how tragic, gosh. Well, it hasn't happened to me so I don't care, lala la la lala'." Obviously I didn't tell them that.

Instead of usual work, our English teacher let us read the newspapers and talk about what had happened and our views on it. I took a look at one of the papers, that showed pictures of some of the ash-covered victims, and of people grieving for lost relatives. And in another paper, there was a report from the Palestinians saying, and I quote more or less accurately, "We are happy to see the Americans suffer the bitterness and sorrow that our people go through." This isn't right, this isn't how humans are supposed to behave. I continued to read the paper, and there were eyewitness reports talking about people on fire leaping from the 80th floor of the Towers, and people leaving covered in blood.

Who could have so much hatred, I thought, that they could have so little disregard for human life? Their actions will prove nothing, but will only make the rest of the world hate them.

I put the paper down at this point and cried again. Nobody else did. How could they be so callous?

As a Briton, from a country allied to America, I am with everyone all the way. If I could do anything to help, I would. Nobody wants a war. We shall stand together.