Days. Weeks.
Time passed, and I could almost always be found with Ilsa, when I wasn't in class or at home.
Letter flew back and forth between her family, friends and her. She kept me up to date on how things were going.
The saddest news was when one of her friends, Johann, was killed in a plane crash.
Danny kept teasing her, saying rude things to try and make her snap back at him.
She kept her mouth shut, never letting anyone but me hear the thick accent.
But everyone has their breaking point. Even Ghandi would have one.
She did lash back one day. I don't think anyone's going to forget it.
She sat on the bench next to me, quietly eating a sandwich while David, Danny Charles and I talked about the war.
David and Danny both wanted to go over, but were in the same situation as me; Parents wouldn't let them.
However, now, I was in the same location as Charles, in wanting to stay here.
Danny sneered at this. "Why would you stay here, in boring New York, when you could go overseas and bring home glory? I want to go over there, but my stupid mother won't let me." He scoffed. "Those damn krauts, they all deserve to die! Geez, I just want to pound them all down! Stupid, evil, Nazi, kraut scum!"
Ilsa's head shot up.
"Vhat vas zhat?" She asked, glaring daggers at Danny. "You called mein family stupid und evil?"
Danny laughed. "Exactly. Looks like we got one of those damn Krauts over here! Looks like I can get my wish after all."
Ilsa stood up, brushing her skirts off, before slamming Danny against a tree by his shirt collar.
"You don't know vhat zhey have to go through. Ze pain zhey face, vhen zhey have to kill innocent people! Zhey're forced, unlike you, you stupid Yankee!" She growled in face.
"Learn vhat you're talking about before you say somezhing! You say something like zhat back in mein home, at zhis time, you yourself vould have been thrown into a camp! You may be an Aryan, but zhat vouldn't stop zhem from shooting you!"
She let go of his collar, grabbed her books and stalked off.
Danny looked visibly shocked.
I grabbed my bag, and was about to run after her, when Charles caught my arm.
He shook his head. "You don't want to be around her for a long time. Word's going to get out about this, and then anyone who's seen with her, people are going to think you supports the Germans."
I jerked my arm away from him.
"Yeah, well, guess what? Her entire family's fighting, and they don't want to. She's lost people she was close to. Her brother, the person she looks up to, is being forced to kill dozens of people a day. So shut up about what others think and consider how you would feel in her shoes!"
I ran off, to go and find Ilsa, to comfort her.
A/N: Oh my god, why did I write this?