Margot Narrative

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We slowly, yet gently opened the door to the closet and swiftly moved out of the way. Margot collapsed onto the floor. She was shaking. Gasping for air. “Let me help you up.” “Do NOT touch me, William!” Margot yelled hitting my arm away. “Jeez! I’m was trying to help! We never meant to lock you in there that long. We thought you were lying about the sun. We didn’t think you would miss any-” “STOP! Just stop talking to me! You knew all I wanted to do was see the sun again and now I have to wait a whole other seven years because of your petty decision!” The tone in her voice scared me. It scared everyone. It was one of those moments you thought somebody would just burst in with horrible news and we would forget all about Margot, but we all just stood …show more content…

When I looked back up margot was suddenly staring me right in the eye. All of a sudden I heard loud boom, crack. almost like a whip. It was a combination of the thunder and Margot’s fist pounding into the side of my face. Pain spread through my cheek and to my mouth. I could feel exactly where Margot’s soft fist had impacted. I felt the tears rush to my eyes, dripping down slowly. Everyone in the hallway gasped as Margot ran off to the classroom. The truth of the matter is, I deserved it. Every second was payback for what I did to poor Margot. I wanted to go after her and try to apologize again however I could tell she wanted to be alone. After a while, I walked back to the classroom. I went straight to my desk, avoiding eye contact with my teacher and Margot for by the time had gotten back the next lesson had already begun. I had a plan to ignore Margot until I found a proper way to apologize, sadly, that plan failed. As we copied down our homework I went to look at the board. In the act of taking down notes my eyes meet with Margot’s. She gave me a thunderous look. Her eyes burned into

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