Head Kid by David Baddiel
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R yan didn’t turn round. Focused, concentrating, he kept his finger still. “I don’t know, Dionna,” said Ryan. “What do you think I’m doing?” Dionna Baxter, standing right behind him, was Ryan’s best friend. She was also usually his prank assistant. But that didn’t mean she saw herself as junior to him. Not least because she was two months older.
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