My name is Dori Dilson and this is the story of my best friend - Stargirl.

When I first saw her, I didn't know what to think. She was quirky, she was crazy, she was... Stargirl. I looked up to her, my ultimate role model. I wanted to be just like her - bubbly, unique, unafraid. But instead, I was me;a mousy haired ninth grader who wrote poetry in a notebook half her size. That's why I was so angry when she did what she did.

Not many people seemed willing to approach her. Hillari Kimble, especially. Hillari was - for reasons unbeknownst to me - the most popular girl in school. Well, perhaps I do know why; Hillari had it all. The looks, the clothes, the grades, the hair, the makeup, the boyfriend. But she was as bitter and sharp as a lemon and Wayne Parr was a lemon - little to no personality.
The second Hillari clapped her eyes on Star, I knew it was the beginning of a feud, a war of Hillari and the rest of MAHS- wrapped around her little finger- bombing Stargirl with silence and isolation while Stargirl returned the favour with rainbows and smiles by the bucketful.
She would not bow.

When Leo and Stargirl finally got together, I could barely contain my excitement. They seemed perfect for each other, made from the same mould, carved of marble and ashes and stardust. They were yin yang, two sides of the same coin. They were strawberries and cream. They were supposed to be forever.
Then the cheerleading incident happened. It was harmless really, you know what Star's like. But... the MAHS crowd couldn't seem to get past the fact that she didn't understand, that she didn't realise that making others happy was so wrong in their eyes.

And then...it happened. People just... stopped talking to her. About her.

She didn't notice. Leo did. Kevin did. I did.

Star was in her own little bubble where no one hated anyone and everything was perfect.

I wish it could have been like that for Leo. He was so alone and distant.

When he was talking with Stargirl, laughing, his smile masked the pain, his giggle hid a sob.

It was heart breaking, the way it beat him down, destroyed him, while Star stood tall, didn't notice.

One day, she turned up at school as an ordinary teenage girl. She dressed, looked, acted, talked this way for a week or two.
Leo was happy. I wasn't. She wasn't.
That's what upset me most, how unhappy it made her but she ploughed on anyway.
Extraordinary Stargirl. She was liquid gold. She was incredible.

So I let her go.
And I watched her go.
I wonder if she looked back.
If she ever looks back.
Maybe she's forgotten me.
I haven't forgotten her.
And I'm not trying.
I miss you, Star.
If you're out there, I hope you're happy. Safe. Alive.
Goodnight, Stargirl.

Love, Dori.