Margo: A Narrative Fiction

At first, Margo seems like a legend, but she’s just a person. During this story, Margo runs away from home yet again. Police start to search for her and most students are concerned about her. In Quentin’s opinion the school feels empty without Margo, but eventually people stop caring. However, Quentin is still worried about Margo. “What a treacherous thing it is to believe that a person is more than a person”, Quentin still thinks of Margo as a mystery that needs to be solved, not just a person. This is a recurring theme in Paper Towns.

“I don't know, not that I care either.” That was the first time I heard the tone. “What's wrong, did something happen?” You could hear the concern in my voice.

“Thanks to Cain we need a new way down,” Austin said. Austin took Randy and Cain to the broken part of the roof.

“What?” I asked not sure what had happened. Still, he said nothing. His only other reaction was the long side glance right after I had asked him what had happened.

“How? When? Why?” I found myself stuttering until I completely shut myself up. Clarisse sat there laughing at my attempt to talk.

How- I mean.. what are you doing here?” he said obviously caught off guard and stumbling over his words.

I sat there patiently waiting for the man to leave, while i sat there i could feel blood dripping down my face. I could even feel my fist hitting the mans face again, each knuckle pressing against his bony face and feeling the creaking of his jaw. Then i came back to reality, My face blood red and being scared to the bone. Terrified of the man finding where i hid.

Moving closer to the old man and stared at him without knowing what he would hear next, Justin asked, “What do you want to say?”

From the moment Mauricio woke up he was flustered. Too many days had gone by since he last saw her. With no job to distract him today, he sat on the couch propping his head. Peering his vision through the hardwood floor, observing a marble he was rolling between his feet and toes. Distracting his vision, left to right, right to left, left to right, right to left. Making every possible attempt to forget his heartache.

Walking slowly up to the small four story building, I glanced quickly over my shoulder as something blurry caught my attention. I clutched my purse turning around to investigate, there he was. Across the street, blankly staring at me. He knows where I live. He’s going to kill me. I stepped a few paces backwards, reaching for the protection of the gate behind me. But as quickly of a blink of an eye, he was gone. My breath hitched. He was just there. He couldn’t have just apparat into the sky. Could he? No, I shake my head assertively, laughing nervously as I enter the security of the apartment. It was probably someone else, who resembled him. That’s what makes the most sense. What if it was him? The thought lingered until I reached the third

The man laughed again, but this time whole-heartedly. “No, no you weren’t talking out loud, but you’re giving off some really shitty vibes right

Several nights and days passed, with each night becoming easier than the last. On the seventh day of our tour, we were officially at the halfway point. That same night, we rolled out our sleeping mats and set up our bug nets as normal, but something felt different. I considered myself to be pretty in tune with my surroundings, and I had a pit in my gut that told me something was not quite right. The day had been strange. Normally, the tour guides were bubbly and chatty, excited to explain all the Amazon has to offer. However, this day neither of them had spoken a word. They were possessed with silence. After setting up my sleeping area, I pushed this strange thought to the back of my mind, but it somehow kept reappearing to the forefront of my

“Shut up!” The person whispered, tired but obviously angry. You stared wide-eyed at Michael and he chuckled, but moved away from you and rested the back of his head against his seat.

“Stupid. Why are you joking around?” She said it in a flat tone, but the crack in her smile didn't leave unnoticed.

He hesitated. He opened his mouth to say something, but then probably thought better of it, and merely shook his head.