CELL JR
?I can?t believe what?s going on. There is no way that what just happened could be real. It must be an unannounced drill or something to see how close it can be to the real thing. Security is too tight to let something like this slip by,? I said.
As I sat in the gymnasium with the entire student body watching one of the numerous television sets tuned into the local news channels. On the television was a local report of a bombing at Independence Hall, home of the birthplace of the Declaration of Independence. That is where of course my father works, so obviously this threw me into an emotional shock.
I just kept wondering if my father was all right and unharmed. Not really wondering, more like worrying myself sick. Of course, the school staff had the nerve to not dismiss us home so I was stuck sitting here listening to the news reports which are always half assed and always has experts who really have no idea what they?re talking about. With all of these things running through my mind, it set off a chain reaction of emotions and caused me to go in a rage.
I proceeded to jump up from my seat in the gymnasium furious. The chair was thrown backwards by the force of my legs as it toppled over making a large crash. These sounds caught the attention of the entire gymnasium and it was like I was in a play with a spotlight on me, the gymnasium was complete silent except for the television?s that were on and my ruckus. After I removed myself from my seat, I started marching for the door with a sole of purpose of getting the hell out of this gymnasium and searching for my father. As I arrive by the door I happened to get stopped by school staff who are telling me to return to my seat, which I just happened to shrug off and walk on through the door. Once I had clearance of the door I booked it, running as fast as I could from the gymnasium to the parking lot, where I kept my car.
As I was running to my car, I had to take my keys out of my pocket and of course due to my high strung emotions I dropped the keys and kept dropping them and having to stop to grab them but eventually I reached my car.
I hopped in my car and turned on the ignition and reeled out of the parking lot, not even giving my car a chance to catch it?s own breath. It wasn?t long before I had reached the interstate and was heading in the direction of center city, which was the place where the bombing had taken place.
Driving down the interstate, I easily broke the speed limit of 65 by enough to get me a three-digit ticket and five points against me on my driving license. That didn?t cross my mind; only thing going through my mind was my father. If anything bad had happened to him, who knows what would happen. I wouldn?t mind going Rambo style against whoever did this. But I tried to keep the bad thoughts out of my mind by thinking of good thoughts but it?s hard to not look at the bad side of any situation. So I just kept trying to clear my mind of all thoughts related to my father.
After clearing my head, or at least feeling like I have. I started looking for the exit I would want, and of course traffic presented itself. Due to my emotions flaring, I never once thought of traffic situation, any idiot would have thought that everything in center city would be shut down and on lockdown. With that in mind, I figured I wouldn?t be able to just pull up to the bombed area and be like, ?Where the hell is my father?? With that in mind, I eyed the shoulder lane and knew that the fine was $500 for anyone using it as a driving lane. But looking ahead, I saw an exit for Market Street and knew I could take that to as close to the intersection of Broad St. and Market St. for Independence Hall.
So I reeled out of the snail speed lane I was in and took the shoulder lane for about a block until I reached the off ramp and took it down to get on Market St. Driving on Market St. I looked ahead and saw traffic there had stopped moving, so I proceeded to just park and jumped out and took to the streets via feet and used these bad boys for means of transportation.
After a good walk and some time, I had arrived to Independence Hall to a large crowd behind held back by police to stop anyone from interfering in their work. Numerous of ambulances are leaving, other ambulances just arriving. Panic is in the air, with women and children crying, some covered in dust, others blood. All that I can see from the back of the crowd was a few smoke trails coming off from the ground, probably from remaining small fires, which lurk around the scene. Still, being on my objective of finding my father, I took through the crowd and had to fight my way to the front as if people were in line for some show and didn?t want to lose their spot. After getting booed and screamed at for pushing through the crowd, I got to the front to harass a officer standing guard about information as to what is it going on. Of course he wasn?t about talking and I couldn?t really get any information out of him. All I got was that all of the ambulances were taking people to Einstein Hospital, which is a mere half-mile away, nothing to the average human. So I had to go back through the crowd who I just fought to get front row standing room spot, of course they yelled and booed me against if I was interrupting their show, I just proceed to give them a good bye greeting of, ?Fuck You.?
Arriving to Einstein Hospital, it was havoc there, everyone was there, victims and their families all doing the same thing I am assuming. Of course the front desk was swamped, the staff running around like they lost a million dollars and they?re all looking for it. From the desk, a line has formed of families trying to find information about patients, so I joined that line and had to play the wait game again. Of course, no shoulder lane here to jump the gun and get upfront, cutting in line in this situation is just wrong, so I waited patiently. Twenty-three minutes later, I was up and asked for information on my father and got that he is here in the presence of the hospital staff and is listed as stable, which brought a giant smile to my face. I was told to take a seat or stand within the waiting room and more information will present itself later, I agreed cheerfully and took to standing knowing my father was perfectly all right after all. Hopefully he can walk when they release him, my car is after all, on the other side of the city practically?
