You were in your French class, listening as your teacher told a story in French and writing down your perception of it. She was talking about a pregnant woman Was preparing to fly to Israel to meet her fiance's parents. Her fiance wasn't traveling with her, and they found bombs in her bags. The women's fiance was going to bomb the plane.

You heard the person next to you crumpled their page and start over. You glanced over and saw your best friend, Simon. His expression was a little frustrated. You could tell something about this story was upseting him. His parents died when he was young and he didn't know too much about them. So you wondered what he was thinking when he heard this story.

When class was over, everyone handed their papers in to the French teacher before walking out of the classroom. Everyone except Simon. He said he needed a few more minutes to finish writing. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone leaning against the door frame of the classroom. He glanced up and he saw you.

"I just need a few more minutes, you can go on without me.*

He gave you a small smile, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. You stayed in the spot you were standing, waiting for him to finish.