‘We need to keep an eye on him, Olly. He’s like we used to be. The Boneheads have started to notice him.’
Watching the Boneheads, as he and Olly called the group of super-cool sixth graders that included Mack and Nits, torment the shy, intelligent Alex, was almost painful for Frankie. It brought back memories of himself being the victim of such treatment at the hands of Big Nits.
Olly glanced at the boy who was excitedly flicking over the pages of his notebook, a pencil stuck behind his ear in readiness for some serious detective work. He nodded and exhaled. This was exactly the type of child that the Boneheads liked to pick on. Meeting Frankie’s eyes with his own, he nodded again.
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