Since I was a kid, I have always been characterized as spontaneous and rebellious. Always outgoing and well liked, adventurous to no end. I sometimes scare my friends, because I tend to be the bad-ass who always does what no one would ever dream of doing (or at least I like to think so). So I have always felt a special connection to Margot Roth Spiegalman from John Green’s “Paper Towns”, because I know I would be the one to disappear from a boring place and leave tiny bread crumbs for my friends and family to find. I would likely highlight stanzas off of works from my favorite poets or authors that symbolize wanderlust or being found, because if I were to run away that’s how I would’ve likely felt. There’s a part in the book in which Margot takes her friend up to a conference room on the top floor of the SunTrust building in Downtown Orlando in which she describes everyone to be fragile and fake, therefore calling Orlando a “Paper Town”. Not saying that I would necessarily agree with her, because I have thankfully had the opportunity to be hit with a hell of a lot of realness in my 10 1/2 years of living here but every town has its paper people. The fragile ones who are folded into whatever the course of the universe makes them or wants them to be. I, Margot Roth Spiegalman on the other hand, rebellious, adventurous, stubborn, am not folded. I stand tall and strong as whatever the hell I feel I should be.