Geek Girl. Holly Smale

geek like me doesn’t see very often. One of anger, frustration and a fervent desire to punish.

      It looks like I might be seeing Nat after school today after all.

      

look at Mr Bott with round eyes.

      “Miss Manners,” he says icily from the front of the classroom, and I suddenly remember that we’re supposed to be reading act four, scene five of Hamlet. “Do you have a thought you would like to share with us?”

      “No,” I say immediately and stare at my desk.

      “I find that very hard to believe,” Mr Bott says in an even sharper voice. “You always have a thought to share with us. In fact, it’s usually difficult to stop you from sharing it with us.”

      “I’ve no thoughts,” I tell him in a meek voice.

      “Good to know. That’s what I like to see: a student approaching her exams with nothing at all in her head.”

      Alexa looks up from where she’s been texting somebody under the desk and snorts with laughter.

      Oh, yes, Alexa’s in the top sets too. Unfortunately, she’s both mean and smart. I have at least another three years left of her to look forward to, and then she’ll probably follow me to university. Although, given the amount of time she spends on her phone in our classes, I can only assume she’s really, really good at last-minute cramming.

      “Alexa?” Mr Bott snaps, whipping round to face her. “Is something funny?”

      Alexa looks over to me and raises an eyebrow. “No,” she says in a meaningful voice. “Quite the opposite. Mostly sad, I’d say.”

      Nice. She’s managed to insult me in front of the teacher and he hasn’t even noticed.

      “Well,” Mr Bott says, but he doesn’t look happy either. In fairness, he rarely looks happy. I don’t think he teaches because it fills him with a deep inner light. “How about Little Miss Shouter and Little Miss Giggles both come up to the front here and give us your perspectives on a little question I have.”

      Alexa’s face goes suddenly pale, and as we walk to the front, she’s throwing metaphorical daggers in my direction.

      “Now,” Mr Bott says, “turn and face the whole class, please.”

      My cheeks are getting hotter and hotter. I turn so that my body is in the right direction, but try to focus on the floor.

      “So, Alexa Roberts and Harriet Manners.” Mr Bott sits down and gestures gracefully to the board. “As you are both clearly fascinated by this text, would you like to explain the significance of Laertes in Hamlet?” He looks at Alexa. “Please go first, Miss Roberts.”

      “Well…” Alexa says hesitantly. “He’s Ophelia’s brother, right?”

      “I didn’t ask for his family tree, Alexa. I want to know his literary significance as a fictional character.”

      Alexa looks uncomfortable. “Well then, his literary significance is in being Ophelia’s brother, isn’t it? So she has someone to hang out with.”

      “How very kind of Shakespeare to give fictional Ophelia a fictional playmate so that she doesn’t get fictionally bored. Your analytical skills astound me, Alexa. Perhaps I should send you to Set Seven with Mrs White and you can spend the rest of the lesson studying Thomas the Tank Engine. I believe he has lots of buddies too.”