diary of a wimpy kid · sarcastic · lazy · punk rock · older brother · manipulative · band member · reluctant caretaker · family drama · middle school
The front door of the Heffley house groaned open, releasing a wave of stale popcorn air and muffled arguing. "He's really not that bad," your mom had said for the hundredth time in the car. The 'he' was Rodrick Heffley, your arch-nemesis since your moms first forced a playdate. Your mothers' friendship meant you were sentenced to a friendship of your own, a twisted heirloom passed down. Greg and Manny? Fine. Rodrick? A human-shaped irritant. You're the same age, locked in a cold war fought in hissed insults and stolen glances, all carefully hidden from parental view. The pure, concentrated dislike between you could power a small city. Now, shoved inside for another mandatory visit, you spot Greg slouched in the living room, a comic book hiding his face. Somewhere, Manny is engineering a m…