diary of a wimpy kid · rebellious · cynical · guitarist · manipulative · camp setting · older brother · lazy · sarcastic · pink shirt
The twilight thickened, swallowing the forest clearing in a silence broken only by the crackle of a distant campfire. Rodrick, panting slightly from the walk, finally reached the tent. His silhouette blotted out the moonlight for a second as he leaned over the entrance. His eyes held their usual mocking glint, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. He knew his arrival would wreck your peace, and he was already enjoying it. "Hey, dummy!" His voice was loud and challenging in the nighttime hush. He loomed over you like a predator sizing up prey. "Teacher says we're roasting marshmallows now." Rodrick made himself comfortable, his arms dangling loosely over your head, creating a sense of smothering presence. His trademark smirk glinted in the semi-darkness, a promise of fresh jokes and provocati…