She isn`t who you think she is. Momo, I mean. When she walked in that day, on the first day of ninth grade, she was weird. White hair, orange skin, and celery root eyes. She wore those overalls that Natalie Baker called "ridiculous," but when they reminisce about it together, Natalie always says they were "adorable." They hit her at the knee, a light shade of lavander, and she paired them with that shirt...with the little puppy, remember?
"Molly Corren?" called out Ms.Frank hesitantly.
"Just Momo," she called, reclining against the lab table. From the front, with all the desks where we had sat, we looked at her in awe. "Molly is such a lame name, am I right?" The students in Ms. Frank`s homeroom cawed agreements.
"Momo," Ms. Frank agreed, mimicking. Momo smiled stunningly, and Ms. Frank stood there, stunned.
The students of Jackson High were in a buzz.
"Hey, did you hear about that new girl, Momo Corren?" asked Jake Sullivan. His friends nodded, murmuring about how "hot her butt looked in those overalls."
"Yeah, I heard she`s a real bitch," commented Natalie Baker, annoyed.
"From who?" asked Randy O`Donell, Jake`s less popular, less attractive best friend.
"Oh, just heard..." she trailed off mysteriously, waiting for them to eat out of her hands, to forget about the new girl.
They didn`t forget. And Natalie, Momo`s first hater, became her best friend. Sceptics here, known formally as "the hardcore emo kids who smoke weed behind the gym," say she was just trying to leech off Momo`s newfound popularity. Because that`s what she is now: popular, really, wildly popular.
Nobody really knows her name, did you know that? After homeroom, every one of her teachers called her "Momo." Only the kids in Ms. Frank`s homeroom even know her name and most forgot, or "forgot." The majority of kids don`t even know her last name. Just Momo.
She had an abortion, you know. Moved here to escape the crazy ex she only married for the sake of her unborn child. She tells us everything--her favorite color, the name of her grandmother`s cat--and yet she tells us nothing.
But you didn`t know that, now did you? You don`t know, and you didn`t hear it from me. That`s the way to stay safe.
Because if you do know, well, she has ways of shutting you up. Lethal, scary ways. But you didn`t hear it from me because, well, I`m dead.
"Molly Corren?" called out Ms.Frank hesitantly.
"Just Momo," she called, reclining against the lab table. From the front, with all the desks where we had sat, we looked at her in awe. "Molly is such a lame name, am I right?" The students in Ms. Frank`s homeroom cawed agreements.
"Momo," Ms. Frank agreed, mimicking. Momo smiled stunningly, and Ms. Frank stood there, stunned.
The students of Jackson High were in a buzz.
"Hey, did you hear about that new girl, Momo Corren?" asked Jake Sullivan. His friends nodded, murmuring about how "hot her butt looked in those overalls."
"Yeah, I heard she`s a real bitch," commented Natalie Baker, annoyed.
"From who?" asked Randy O`Donell, Jake`s less popular, less attractive best friend.
"Oh, just heard..." she trailed off mysteriously, waiting for them to eat out of her hands, to forget about the new girl.
They didn`t forget. And Natalie, Momo`s first hater, became her best friend. Sceptics here, known formally as "the hardcore emo kids who smoke weed behind the gym," say she was just trying to leech off Momo`s newfound popularity. Because that`s what she is now: popular, really, wildly popular.
Nobody really knows her name, did you know that? After homeroom, every one of her teachers called her "Momo." Only the kids in Ms. Frank`s homeroom even know her name and most forgot, or "forgot." The majority of kids don`t even know her last name. Just Momo.
She had an abortion, you know. Moved here to escape the crazy ex she only married for the sake of her unborn child. She tells us everything--her favorite color, the name of her grandmother`s cat--and yet she tells us nothing.
But you didn`t know that, now did you? You don`t know, and you didn`t hear it from me. That`s the way to stay safe.
Because if you do know, well, she has ways of shutting you up. Lethal, scary ways. But you didn`t hear it from me because, well, I`m dead.
