This narrative will go into the life of Michael Wright and share his descent from the 81st floor of the World Trade Center. Michael Wright was a thirty-one-year old how was unfortunately working in the tower when the plane hit. He was an accounting executive who started his day at around 8:48 in the morning. Two hours later he was running for his life in what he felt was the longest flight of stairs he had ever had the mispleasure of using. *** As Per Usual My alarm went off at 7:30 AM as usual and I had to pull myself out of bed. Come on you’re going to be late. I took a shower and changed into one of my pressed suits before I walked out of my house at around 8:00 AM. I didn’t get to work for another thirty minutes. I’m going to be late. I finally arrived …show more content…
I’m good. You see we now share the floor with Bank of America” “Yeah, trust me I noticed. Didn’t you see the sign they put up. They want us to keep the bathroom clean, seriously?” “Jesus, that’s annoying. Welp anyway I’ll let you get to work.” “Okay, I’ll see you around” I said as I walked towards my office. It was tuesday so the day was rather slow. I grabbed a cup of coffee, a bran muffin, and got ready to get back to the …show more content…
We have to get out! I screamed. We began to make our way towards the elevators, however, all of them had been destroyed. There was also a huge crack in the middle of the hallway, it seemed to be about half a football field’s length. It wasn’t a big problem because I knew where the stairs were. “Everyone we have to go towards the stairs, the elevators don’t work” I yelled. Our managers were also trying to get everyone to stay calm. We finally reached the stairs and began to make our way down. I took this time to look at the people around me. Alicia was visibly scared and seemed to be in shock. We’ll make it. I saw my friend, Ryan, too and decided to try and lighten up the mood. “Ryan, please hold me.” I said