As soon as George woke, up he knew his day as a firefighter would not be a perfect one. He started his day like every other saying goodbye to his wife and kids. Then making his daily nice, warm coffee. George 's house was a small, brick house, it had green shutters, and it was in New York City. It was early September, September eleventh to be exact. The leaves were starting to fall and it smelled of damp, wet leaves. As he was leaving (no pun intended) he hoped his feeling about the oncoming day was wrong. As usual as soon as George trudged into the door of the firehouse, his friend Nathanial bellowed, "George! Finally, Matt and I thought you died of starvation!" Of course, he was joking that was what Nathanial was a joker. Now Matt he was a bit timid. He didn’t talk much, but he was still cooler than most adults George knew. "Matt, did you …show more content…
I didn’t," mumbled Matt. "Didn’t think so!" beamed George. By now George was in the back of the firehouse with Nathanial and Matt. It was around 8:45 when they got a call that a plane hit a skyscraper and that they had to respond. Their big, red fire truck blared its sirens as they raced against time to the scene. When George saw what had happened he knew it wasn’t possible to get everyone out of the crumbling building. There were already fire trucks at the scene and more were coming. George found his favorite K-9 rescue unit. "Coco 's all yours," Diego stated. Diego was a tall, slender man that George had taken his training class with. George raced up the flights of stairs. He met his friends Sam and Daniel while he was running. George ordered Coco to take a child down the stairs and to the firetruck. The child jumped on Coco 's back then the dog ran down the stairs with all the other people who were running down. George got about to the seventieth floor when the building started to shake. Then he heard someone yell, "It 's collapsing!" Then everything went