What Happened To Margot

As my fifteen-year-old roommate falls to pieces, panic rises in my chest like a leaping flame. She lets out muffled screams and chilling sobs as she buries her face against the pillow. I kneel beside her and whisper reassurances. “You’ll be okay.” “No one will hurt you.” I pray she hears me but I know she doesn’t. She is trapped somewhere else - somewhere she revisits every day, like a bad song stuck in her head for life.

Sophie introduces herself in the story as a nerdy, outcasted teenage girl, “I always thought of myself as a free-floating one-celled amoeba, minding my own business. The other kids at school were all parts of a larger organism. . . Not particularly noticed, definitely not appreciated, just an amoeba swimming around aimlessly” (9). Sophie feels as if she does not belong where she grew up, she has always felt like she was on the outside. Her father, a drug dealer and felon, left her mother when she was first born. Because of her extreme self-esteem issues, Sophie blames herself for her father leaving. She recalls what she believes happened when she was born, “When Mom was a teenager, I started making her belly fat. And then my dad left. And then I was born too soon. And he came back to get us.

on the day the sun came out the kids laughed at her. They laughed at her when she said today was the day. After this they locked her in a closet because they were jealous. They surrounded her and shoved her into the closet and locked her in there until the sun went away for the next seven years. Margot’s classmates did mean things to her out of jealousy like locking her in a closet.

Starting her Freshman year of High School, Melinda found herself in a very dark, low, depressing, time in her life. She had lost all the ambitions she had for her High School career. She had lost her voice and passion for everything. Until Andy Evans made her find her voice after he sexually assaulted her. After all that Andy had put Melinda through made her find herself and her voice to come back from a traumatizing experience.

It was early July in Southern California: the sun was high, the air was warm, and the palm trees were swaying. Unfortunately, the bright sun could not light the darkness of the pit I had been slowly falling into during my tumultuous school year at my new charter school. On that day, when the other girls were tanning beachside, I was sitting deskside. I was trapped in a tiny, moldy, yellow-carpeted education office at the school I had transferred to the year prior. Like my fading hope, the dusty chandelier was barely hanging on from the ceiling. The room’s peculiarity added to my anxiety, as I felt failure lingering in the musty air. Though I had been sheltered by my parents’ optimism, I knew what I would soon hear: “I am so sorry sweetheart,

Melinda Sordino was just a young teenage girl trying to have some fun. Now, she is loathed by afar for something nobody understands. During a summer party, Melinda drunkenly fumbled for the phone and dialed the cops. As she enters her freshman year of high school, her friends refuse to talk to her, and she escapes into the dark forests of her mind. “I am Outcast” (Anderson 4). But something about that party was not right. Something she tried not to relive but to forget. “I have worked so hard to forget every second of that stupid party, and here I am in the middle of a hostile crowd that hates me for what I had to do. I can’t tell them what really happened. I can’t even look at that part of myself” (Anderson 28). Depression is a

Madeline Whittier is a sick seventeen year old girl. She has been sick since she was a baby. She is not able to be outside for she will die. Her mom is trying to protect her from the outside world. She is stuck in her house all day long in her white room, with her white bed, with her white clothing.

Her eyes were blinded by the sight of the lightning. Margot stepped slowly out of the closet. She looked at all of her so called “friends” thinking of why they did this to her. She thought, “What did I do to them to deserve this?” She had never shoved their faces in the dirt, or stolen their lunches, she had never spoken a word to anyone. Maybe that was the problem? She cared for the other children even though, they were not as intelligent or self-assured as she was. She didn’t degrade them for this, in fact, she wanted to be like them. Margot hated every part of being different. She wanted to forget the sun that she used to see and be like the children.

As a result, Margot would always separate herself from others. She would not participate enough on school, not unless “they sang about the sun and [Margot will] move her lips.”(Ray Bradbury) This indicates that she’s longing on the life she had on Earth, because of that she suffers from despair and struggles to adapt on her environment. Similarly for those who are victims of bullying, they would tend to endure the pain. They would let themselves get hurt, until it crush and affect themselves both physically and mentally.

On the first day of school everyone Melinda had no friends; she was seen as a snitch and untrustworthy. Because of emotional trauma she faced regarding her

She slowly walks to the window and looks at it, she starts to sob as hard as the rain is pounding on the roof. The teacher comes down the hall.

I don’t want to go back there! It’s full of phonies!” then I stormed upstairs into the attic. I felt so depressed, I just want to talk to Phoebe. There were a lot of things that I left in the attic before I was sent to boarding school so I figured that I’d go through it. I opened the boxes to find, papers, clothes, magazines, and Allie’s baseball mitt. The mitt was still the same color brown but in the inside, the poems that Allie wrote were starting to fade. The words on the inside were barely there anymore all that was left were a few letters here and there. I couldn’t remember any of the poems. I just started to cry and scream out loud out of nowhere and I could not stop. I felt like my insides were being ripped out of me. My body was numb when Phoebe came home and heard me upstairs. I don’t want her to see me like

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

Brian heard the screaming from around the corner as he ran, from his sick classmates. He grabbed Mia’s hand as he ran, pulling her into the library where they barricaded the door, and hopped that whatever was outside would soon go away. As they sat Brian thought about his sister Alica, his best friend Tyler, and the rest of the theater club. Hoping that they were ok, but also knowing that they could become one of them at any moment. When Brian looked at Mia he could see the fear, and the tears building up her eyes. He held her hand tighter, and tried to give her a reassuring look, even though the possibilities of them ever getting out were slim to none.

Touched by fading moonlight, the girl looked pale as a ghost, distressed and sorrowful. Great drops fell from her eyes; the heavy rain clouds in her mind let loose their turbulent nature. She felt the muscle of her chin trembled like a small child, again, she looked toward the window as if the darkness outside could soothe her. However, she tried to keep her sobbing down by biting her lips, afraid the woman would “visit” again. Meanwhile, in the hallway, there was only deadly silence, creating an overwhelming sense of emptiness.