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Geek Girl: Geek Drama
Copyright © Holly Smale 2015
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Source ISBN: 9780008120306
Ebook Edition © 2015 ISBN: 9780008135003
Version: 2015-02-17
Geek Girl
âA smart, sassy and very funny debutâ The Bookseller
âFunny, original and this yearâs must-read for teenage girlsâ Sun
âA feel-good satisfying gem that will have teens smiling from cover to cover, and walking a little taller after readingâ Books for Keeps
âSmart, sassy and feel-good funâ tBK MAG
Geek Girl: Model Misfit
âHolly Smaleâs sideways glance at everything is relentlessly entertainingâ Books for Keeps
Geek Girl: Picture Perfect
âHilariousâ The Guardian
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Praise for Holly Smale
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
About the Author
Also by Holly Smale
About the Publisher
1 A composition in prose or verse presenting in dialogue or pantomime a story involving conflict or contrast of character, especially one intended to be acted on the stage; a play.
2 The branch of literature having such compositions as its subject; dramatic art or representation.
3 Any situation or series of events having vivid, emotional, conflicting or striking interest or results.
4 The quality of being dramatic.
ORIGIN 1510s, from Greek dran, meaning âto do, act or performâ.
y name is Harriet Manners, and I am an idiot.
I know Iâm an idiot because:
1. One half of me is inside a cupboard, and the other is not.
2. I canât move more than two centimetres either backwards or forwards.
3. My feet arenât touching the ground.
4. The shelf I used to climb up to this windowsill collapsed at least forty minutes ago.
5. I keep saying, âHelp, help, Iâm stuck,â even though nobody can hear me.
Clearly my spatial awareness is every bit as terrible as my dance teacher said it was after the Year 10 performance where I accidentally kicked another student in the face during an enthusiastic but badly executed can-can.
I donât fit through this window.
At all.
Frankly, the fact that I even thought I might is a cause for serious concern. Recent studies have revealed that domesticated chickens have finely honed sensory capacities and an ability to think, draw inferences, apply logic and plan ahead in more advanced ways than those of a young child.
So, as Iâve been wedged firmly into the semi-open window of a cleaning cupboard in Infinity Models for forty minutes now, I canât help thinking something, somewhere has gone very badly wrong.
It doesnât say much for your IQ levels when youâre a fifteen-year-old girl with less common sense than poultry.
nyway, as it looks like I might be here for some time, I might as well tell you how I got here, right?
Thatâs what you want to know.
How a person with over 6,000 days of life experience and an IQ of 135 ended up stuck in a hole like Pooh Bear after a particularly enthusiastic honey session.
And, frankly, I donât blame you.
Iâm still kind of trying to work that out myself.
Two hours ago, I was exactly where I was supposed to be: waiting quietly in the reception of Infinity Models.
âHello,â I said as I approached the front desk and tugged at the too-long arms of my stripy jumper. âIâm Harriet Manners. Itâs nice to meet you. Iâm here for a casting.â
There was a silence.
âFor Brink magazine.â
Another silence.
âIâm an ⦠erm ⦠model?â I cleared my throat. âA fashion one.â In case they thought I meant a small paper aeroplane.