"Did you see it?"
I nodded. I kept walking.
"Well?" She was hopping beside me, punching my shoulder. "Wha'd you think?"
What could I say? I didn't want to hurt her feelings. I just shrugged (24.17-14).
She looked like a hundred other girls at Mica High. Stargirl had vanished into a sea of them, and I was thrilled… I grabbed her and squeezed her. I had never been so happy and so proud in my life (26.7).
"I'm giving up on trying to be popular and normal." Her face and body language did not seem to match her words. She looked cheery, perky. So did Cinnamon, perched on her shoulder.
"Don't you think maybe you should back off a little?" I said. "Don't come on so strong?"
She smiled at me. She reached out and brushed the tip of my nose with her fingertip. "Because we live in a world of them, right? You told me that once."
We stared at each other. She kissed me on the cheek and walked away. She turned and said, "I know you're not going to invite me to Ocotillo Ball. It's okay" (30.11-14).