Abby and Momo walked together back to Abby's house. The day at school had been pretty average, just the usual. Classes..and then lunch... then more classes. Abby was the head of the art club or whatever, so she also had to go to that after eating her lunch. Honestly, she found going to that club a nuisance. Just less time to hangout with her friends. Sometimes she even forgot to go to their meetings, which made the art teacher less than happy. She had been elected as the head of the club.. A leader of sorts, but that didn't mean she had to enjoy going to every meeting.
Despite her hesitance to go to the meeting, she went anyway. If she didn't go, then Ms. Katz would be mad at her when she showed up to art class. After that, though, the day was pretty good. Most of Abby's classes after lunch were with Emmi, so that's a plus. Then she met up with Momo, who she was currently walking with.
Abby tried to make some small talk with her, but Momo wasn't much of a talker. Sure, She was Emmi's twin, but they were nothing alike. At all. Emmi was kind, compassionate, talkative, and overall an extrovert. Momo, however, was quiet and withdrawn..but when she did talk to Abby she was nice enough. Abby didn't know Momo very well, besides some descriptions from Emmi, who obviously knew her better than anyone ever could. Maybe Abby would finally be able to have a solid conversation with Momo while they worked on their project.
Eventually, the two girls made it to the house, and Abby held the door for Momo, who quietly walked in and took off her shoes. Abby closed the door and did the same. The both of them walked into the living room and Abby plopped down on the couch. Momo sat next to her.
"Sooo, What should we work on first? It's an English project right?" Abby asked Momo, Looking over at her to see if she would respond. Momo sat silently for a moment, then spoke up. "It's on how to end a problem in your school, like bullying or something. We have to write an essay and make a slideshow to go along with it. I think it's pretty simple, we could just split up the tasks between the two of us."
Abby was shocked. That was the longest Momo had ever spoken to her. She was proud of her in a way. " Oh, alright, then I suppose we should pick a topic before we start doing anything else. Got any ideas?"
Momo thought for a moment. "Well, Bullying sounds like an idea that's simple enough. I'm not feeling creative right now." She stared at Abby, and then it was like she realized something and started speaking again. "Sorry if I'm coming off weird or as if I'm uninterested." Momo gave Abby a small smile.
"Oh no, I don't think you came off like that at all!" Abby returned the smile. "I think that's a great idea, We just need to figure out a good way to solve it.. I'm not sure if there will be a single answer to solve it, so maybe we should just come up with a few ideas and present on one of them."
Abby and Momo started brainstorming ideas to end bullying, and ended up deciding to write about how there should be harsher punishments. Sure, It wasn't perfect, but there really isn't any specific way to end it once and for all. The two of them split up the jobs, Momo did the introduction and conclusion of the essay along with parts of the slideshow, and Abby did the body paragraphs and parts of the slideshow.
Eventually, it was 10 PM, and they were done. It felt nice to get that big project off of Abby's back, especially because it was 25% of her grade that semester. God, school really sucked, but it was better than staying clueless to what things like algebra were for the rest of her life. It was beneficial to her.
Snapping Abby out of her thoughts, Momo spoke. "So.. Thanks for working on the project with me. I really enjoyed hanging out with you Abby, we should do this more often." She smiled at her, with a raw, real smile that honestly warmed Abby's heart a bit. Abby stayed silent for a few moments, then quickly responded. "Oh! Of course, It was nice hanging out with you too, I never knew you could be so talkative!" Abby smiled back at Momo, who was now collecting her backpack from the coatrack across the room.
