When college started, I thought things would be different, I thought that I would forget about Margo, but I didn't.
Like clockwork, I did my daily end-of-the-day routine. Brush my teeth, set my alarm, text my mom, lock the window, and go to sleep. Nothing more, nothing less.
What normally would have been an ordinary night, was interrupted and thrown into disorder.
"Quentin!" I heard as I woke up to the sound of a voice-- Margo's voice.
"Margo?" I lifted my body and turned towards my window.
She looked at me with her beady blue eyes, "Yes, it's me. I need help and you're the only person I trust. Also you're the only person that can unlock this window."
I sat up and tried to rub the tiredness out of my eyes. I got up off my bed and threw on a shirt. "Me?" I clarified.
"Yes you! Remember, I chose you, I chose you six months ago, and now, here I am, choosing you again." she was starting to get irritated. It was like she was expecting me to remember. "Now unlock this window!"
I gave her a look "No, Margo I can't. My mom would freak." I said, and began unlocking the window.
She shrugged "Your mom isn't even here. Besides, you're an adult, you don't have to give her a minute by minute of each day. Kids keep things from their parents, heck that's how I lived growing up." She said, finally inviting herself into the room. She jumped from the window, to the desk, and then onto the floor. "Nice desk." She added.
I rolled my eyes, "Thanks."
She looked at me, "So, the adventure..." she wiggled her eyebrows.
I resisted, "No, Margo no. I'm not going."
"Please?" Margo pleaded. Her eyes had a special glimmer. She wanted an adventure, an adventure with me as her sidekick.
But boy, would my grades suffer if I went.
"Listen, I know what you're thinking. Margo Roth Spiegelman jumps through your window and asks you to follow her. After spending an awesome night with her six months earlier, you're kind of tempted to go. But, you don't want your grades suffer. So, you have a choice. College or Margo Roth Spiegelman."
She basically had read my mind.
"That's not what I was thinking," I lied, "Anyways, where would we be going?"
"That my friend, is for you to decide."
I folded my arms, "What would I have to do?"
"Well, first you'd have to drop out of college."
