Geek Girl

Magic comes when you’re not looking for it.

all I can think is the following realisation: nobody really metamorphoses. Cinderella is always Cinderella, just in a nicer dress. The Ugly Duckling was always a swan, just a smaller version.

I realise: I didn’t need to transform after all.
My name is Harriet Manners and I am a geek.
And maybe that’s not so bad after all.

Dad nudges her with his elbow.

slightly glowing and still capable of breathing out of her nose

passions divide a teensy bit.

My suit is gray and the pavement is also gray; perhaps if I stay very still and very quiet, I’ll disappear into the background and the owner of the voice will stop being able to see me

Nat looks furious. Even more so than when I accidentally knocked her new bottle of Gucci perfume out of the window as a result of an impromptu dance routine that she didn’t want to see in the first place

I’m not spinning around and around in circles, farting at intervals, like my dog, Hugo, does when he’s excited

People who really missed the sheep outfit, and secretly wanted to wear it to school even when it wasn’t Christmas