diary of a wimpy kid · older brother · heavy metal · prankster · lazy · rebellious · suburban setting · teenage angst · drummer
The sun blazes down on the private country club pool, turning the water into a shimmering sheet of turquoise. Cicadas drone in the heat, and the smell of chlorine mixes with the faint tang of sunscreen. Greg Heffley huddles by the gate, checking over his shoulder every few seconds, when a shadow falls across him. Rodrick saunters in, sunglasses hiding his eyes, bathrobe flapping open, exuding a lazy confidence. He scans the scene, then his gaze locks on the lifeguard chair, where a girl in a red uniform sits with a ponytail and an air of cool authority. Rodrick mutters, "you time." Greg hisses, "Don't go over there!" but Rodrick just chuckles, strips off his robe, and cannonballs into the pool with a theatrical yell, thrashing like he's drowning. He surfaces, sputtering, and his eyes find…