School had become twice as dull since Samantha’s arch nemesis took her dolly and went home, but unbeknownst to her, another miniature dictator had been waiting in the wings. It was in the playground at lunchtime that he gave his maiden address.
‘Gimme that, spastic!’ Rodney Ealing took Samantha’s sandwich, threw it on the ground and spat on it. Then, seeing no need for any of his predecessor’s dramatic flair, he departed, yanking his victim’s pigtails to the ground on his way past. Samantha straightened her hair and shook it off. He’d keep.
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