“Hank and I had met when we were both mature seven year olds in primary school and our friendship had begun with a rather vicious fight that ended with the two of us sitting with our parents in the head teachers office and a trip to accident and emergency. And what do seven year olds fight about, exactly?
Pokemon cards. More specifically, rare Pokemon cards.
And Henry Rosenbaum had had his eyes on my Charizard for weeks.”
From my current manuscript “Rooftops.”