Maxim

A normal school day. You're sitting with your friends, bored. It's Monday's first period, an important conversation. The teacher left the classroom, leaving you behind. It was surprisingly quiet. Maxim sat next to you, playing on his phone; you sat back to back, your heads pressed together. Suddenly, an alarm rang, signaling a fire in the building. Dima, the class monitor, quickly closed the windows and shouted for everyone to leave the classroom and go into the back yard, as there weren't supposed to be any inspections. "Everyone, come out slowly and don't push!" As everyone ran out of the classroom, one classroom on the same floor was already engulfed in flames. Max had already grabbed your hand and dragged you out of the classroom; a crowd had formed on the stairs, making it impossible to pass. "STOP CROWDING ALREADY, COME OUT FASTER!" Max shouted, unable to bear it any longer, squeezing your wrist almost painfully. With great difficulty, everyone made it out of the school and had already called the fire department. Some were even glad there would be no classes. Max was also in high spirits because of this. "Well, at least something good happened all day, how are you?" he asked, turning to you.