Stargirl
Jerry Spinelli
To Eileen,
my Stargirl
And to Loren Eiley,
who taught us that even as we are,
we are becoming
And to Sonny Liston
PORCUPINE NECKTIE
When I was little, my uncle Pete had a necktie with a porcupine painted on it. I thought that necktie was just about the neatest thing in the world. Uncle Pete would stand patiently before me while I ran my fingers over the silky surface, half expecting to be stuck by one of the quills. Once, he let me wear it. I kept looking for one of my own, but I could never find one.
I was twelve when we moved from Pennsylvania to Arizona. When Uncle Pete came to say good-bye, he was wearing the tie. I thought he did so to give me one last look at it, and I was grateful. But then, with a dramatic flourish, he whipped off the tie and draped it around my neck. “It’s yours,” he said. “Going-away prent.”
I loved that porcupine tie so much that I decided to start a collection. Two years after we ttled in Arizona, the number of ties in my collection was still one. Where do you find a porcupine necktie in Mica, Arizona-or anywhere el, for that matter?
On my fourteenth birthday, I read about mylf in the local newspaper. The family ction ran a regular feature about kids on their birthdays, and my mother had called in s
ome info. The last ntence read: “As a hobby, Leo Borlock collects porcupine neckties.”
Several days later, coming home from school, I found a plastic bag on our front step. Inside was a gift-wrapped package tied with yellow ribbon. The tag said “Happy Birthday!” I opened the package. It was a porcupine necktie. Two porcupines were tossing darts with their quills, while a third was picking its teeth.
I inspected the box, the tag, the paper. Nowhere could I find the giver’s name. I asked my parents. I asked my friends. I called my uncle Pete. Everyone denied knowing anything about it.
At the time I simply considered the episode a mystery. It did not occur to me that I was being watched. We were all being watched.
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That was the first thing Kevin said to me on the first day of school, eleventh grade. We were waiting for the bell to ring.
“See who?” I said.
“Hah!” He craned his neck, scanning the mob. He had witnesd something remarkable; it showed on his face. He grinned, still scanning. “You’ll know.”
There were hundreds of us, milling about, calling names, pointing to summer-tanned faces we hadn’t en since June. Our interest in each other was never keener than during the fifteen minutes before the first bell of the first day.cbz
I punched his arm. “Who?”
The bell rang. We poured inside.不忘国耻振兴中华演讲稿400字
mastercard是什么意思 I heard it again in homeroom, a whispered voice behind me as we said the Pledge of Allegiance:
“You e her?”
I heard it in the hallways. I heard it in English and Geometry:
“Did you e her?”
Who could it be? A new student? A spectacular blonde from California? Or from back East, where many of us came from? Or one of tho summer makeovers, someone who leaves in June looking like a little girl and returns in September as a full-bodied woman, a ten-week miracle?
idiotic And then in Earth Sciences I heard a name: “Stargirl.”
贫民窟的百万富翁下载 I turned to the nior slouching behind me. “Stargirl?” I said. “What kind of name is that?”
“That’s it. Stargirl Caraway. She said it in homeroom.”
“Stargirl?”
“Yeah.”
And then I saw her. At lunch. She wore an off-white dress so long it covered her shoes. It had ruffles around the neck and cuffs and looked like it could have been her great-grandmother’s wedding gown. Her hair was the color of sand. It fell to her shoulders. Something was strapped across her back, but it wasn’t a book bag. At first I thought it was a miniature guitar. I found out later it was a ukulele.
She did not carry a lunch tray. She did carry a large canvas bag with a life-size sunflower painted on it. The lunchroom was dead silent as she walked by. She stopped at an empty table, laid down her bag, slung the instrument strap over her chair, and sat down. She pulled a sandwich from the bag and started to eat.
Half the lunchroom kept staring, half started buzzing.
mtm Kevin was grinning. “Wha’d I tell you?”
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“She’s in tenth grade,” he said. “I hear she’s been homeschooled till now.”
“Maybe that explains it,” I said.
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气球英语 Kevin was grinning again. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” he said.
