First, I'd like to say: I'm sorry for all of those people that did on 9/11/01. It's been 11 years!
Today was a horrible day. I came back from school, like normal, and blah, blah, blah. Then when my brother came home, my mom asked him to tell her, truthfully, what his grade was in his SATs. He said like something (but it's not out of 10) or something that I don't understand, and she started screaming at him so loud, and saying stuff like "THERE'S NO COLLEGE THAT WOULD TAKE GRADES THAT LOW!!!" And then she stomped up to his room and the banging started. I think she threw him laptop on the floor and something else, then she started screaming at him again. Then she came downstairs, and threw something loud out of the door, and started muttering stuff. The she came back in and started yelling again, and threw my brother's textbooks on the ground. I think she destroyed a lot of stuff in his room. Then she started telling him to move out of the house and that she doesn't want him, and tried pushed him out the door. But that didn't work. Then all the yelling again, and she left to work. Then it was just silent, except I was crying. But nobody heard, and I just stopped crying later. But I will remember what happened today, and forever.