Idris sighed. When Mum had told him that Lucía was coming to stay for half term, he had prepared himself to share the TV remote and maybe some of his model animals, but he had not prepared himself for this.
‘Are you ready?’ Lucía asked, bouncing excitedly. There was a scrap of paper clenched in her hand, which she was waving wildly from side to side.
‘No,’ Idris said, turning his back on Lucía and storming out of the room. He didn’t make it far before a loud crunch stopped him in his tracks.
‘Ouch!’ he yelled, looking down to see a small plastic object crushed beneath his tiger slippers. From behind him, Lucía let out a loud squeal.
‘My spy drone!’ she cried. ‘Please tell me that wasn’t my spy drone.’
‘Er . . .’ said Idris, thrusting his hands into his pockets. ‘It was an accident.’
‘Nooo,’ she wailed, dropping to her knees and gathering the broken pieces. Philby, Lucía’s scruffy brown dog, bounded into the room and started sniffing around the scene of the crime.
‘Get away, Philby,’ Lucía said…
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