Geek Girl by Holly Smale Page B

That was the escape hatch from my life and I managed to shut it on myself within forty-five seconds. Which means I’m stuck being me forever.
    Forever.
    Oh, God. Maybe I am actually a moron after all. I might have to recheck my IQ levels when I get home.
    “Go, go, go,” Wilbur whispers urgently because I’m still standing in the middle of the room, staring at Yuka, totally paralysed with shock. “Out, out, out.”
    And then he bows to Yuka, shuffles backwards out of the room with me behind him and shoves me back into the real world.

he real world, as it turns out, is even icier than the fashion one.
    I stomp back miserably into the little office where my parents are waiting: Annabel, with her head in her hands, and Dad, pointedly ignoring her and staring out of the window in huffy silence.
    “Tell your stepmother you don’t mind being named after a tortoise,” Dad immediately demands, still staring out of the window. “Tell her, Harriet. She won’t talk to me.”
    I sigh. Today is really going downhill. And given the start, I wasn’t sure that was possible. “I suppose I should just be grateful you weren’t browsing the FBI’s Most Wanted lists as well as scanning the Guinness Book of Records , Dad.”
    “Tortoises are incredible creatures,” Dad says earnestly. “What they lack in elegance and beauty they more than make up for in the ability to curl up and defend themselves from predators.”
    “What, like me?”
    “That’s not what I was saying, Harriet.”
    “Then what are you saying?”
    “No,” Annabel snaps suddenly, lifting her head.
    Dad remains nonplussed. “They do, Annabel. I saw a documentary about it on telly.”
    Annabel whips round and her face is suddenly the colour of the paper she’s still gripping in her hands. “Why you felt the need to tell her about that bloody tortoise I have no idea. What’s wrong with you?” Dad looks at me for help, but I’m not going to drag him out of this one. “And,” she continues, turning to look at me, “I mean no ; you’re not modelling. Not now, not next year, not ever. Full stop, the end, finis , whatever you want to put at the end of the sentence that makes it finite .”
    “Now hang on a second,” Dad says. “I get a say in this too.”
    “No, you don’t. Not if it’s a stupid say. It’s not happening, Richard. Harriet has a brilliant future in front of her and I’m not going to have it ruined by this nonsense. ”
    “Who says it’s brilliant?” I ask, but they both ignore me.
    “Have you been listening to a single word that crazy man has been saying, Richard?”
    “You just want her to be a lawyer, don’t you, Annabel!” Dad shouts.
    “And what if I did? What’s wrong with being a lawyer?”
    “ Don’t get me started on what’s wrong with lawyers! ”
    They’re both standing a metre away from each other, ready for battle.
    “Do I get a say in this?” I ask, standing up.
    “No,” they both snap without taking their eyes off each other.
    “Right,” I say, sitting down again. “Good to know.”
    Annabel puts her handbag over her shoulder, quivering all over. “I said I would think about it and I have. I’ve even made notes and I have seen nothing that convinces me that this is right for Harriet. In fact, I’ve only seen things that convince me of exactly the opposite: that this is a stupid, sick, damaging environment for a young girl, it was a terrible idea and it needs to stop now before it goes any further.”
    “But—”
    “This conversation is over. Do you understand? Over. Harriet is going to go to school like a normal fifteen-year-old and she is going to do her exams like a normal fifteen-year-old and have a normal, fifteen-year-old life so that she can have a brilliant, successful, stable adult one. Do I make myself clear?”
    I could point out that it’s irrelevant – seeing as I’ve just blown any chance I have – but Annabel looks so scary and we can both see so far up her nostrils that Dad