Claire whispered to Layne and Cam. “Are you sure they’re really all here for us? Or did a new Twilight book come out today? A scratch-and-sniff version maybe? In 3–D?” Layne grinned. “This is for us, Claire. It’s all YOU. And after all, we did Facebook everyone from OCD and Briarwood. The people are ready for this. POWER TO THE LITTLE PEOPLE!” she shouted. All the people within earshot broke into cheers. She turned back to Claire. “See? I’m going to go hand out more flyers.” She motioned to a stack of hot-pink A NEW CLAIRE-A WILL GET YOU THERE-A flyers and then disappeared into the crowd. It was the first official rally of the new Claire-a, and despite the cold, a small but rabid crowd of about twenty-five people had gathered outside Forbidden Planet. They were talking, laughing, dancing in place, using their asthma inhalers, putting wax on their braces, and Tweeting the event, all to the pumping strains of Jay-Z’s “Off That,” which, thanks to Danh, could be heard for blocks.
