diary of a wimpy kid:Rodrick Rules
Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Rodrick Rules (Diary of a Wimpy Kid #2)
Jeff Kinney
TO JULIE, WILL, AND GRANT
SEPTEMBER
Monday
I guess Mom was pretty proud of herself for making me write in that journal last year, because now she went and bought me another one.
But remember how I said that if some jerk caught me carrying a book with "diary" on the cover they were gonna get the wrong idea? Well, that's exactly what happened today.
[Image: A cartoon showing a boy beating another boy.] "My brother Rodrick"
Now that Rodrick knows I have another journal, I better remember to keep this one locked up. Rodrick actually got ahold of my LAST journal a few weeks back, and it was a disaster. But don't even get me started on THAT story.
2
Even without my Rodrick problems, my summer was pretty lousy.
Our family didn't go anywhere or do anything fun, and that's Dad's fault. Dad made me join the swim team again, and he wanted to make sure I didn't miss any meets this year.
[Image: A cartoon of three people urging the three boys before a swimming race.] "Kill 'Em, Brandon!,
No Mercy Todd!, Stop Shivering Greg!"
Dad's got this idea that I'm destined to be a great swimmer or something, so that's why he makes me join the team every summer.
3
At my first swim meet a couple of years ago, Dad told me that when the umpire shot off the starter pistol, I was supposed to dive in and start swimming.
But what he DIDN'T tell me was that the starter gun only fired BLANKS.
So I was a whole lot more worried about where the bullet was gonna land than I was about getting myself to the other end of the pool.
[Image: A cartoon showing a swimming race between three boys and out of them one boy has sunk to the ground.]
4
Even after Dad explained the whole "starter pistol" concept to me, I was still the worst swimmer on the team.
But I did end up winning "Most Improved" at the awards banquet at the end of the summer. That's only because there was a ten-minute difference between
Jeff Kinney
TO JULIE, WILL, AND GRANT
SEPTEMBER
Monday
I guess Mom was pretty proud of herself for making me write in that journal last year, because now she went and bought me another one.
But remember how I said that if some jerk caught me carrying a book with "diary" on the cover they were gonna get the wrong idea? Well, that's exactly what happened today.
[Image: A cartoon showing a boy beating another boy.] "My brother Rodrick"
Now that Rodrick knows I have another journal, I better remember to keep this one locked up. Rodrick actually got ahold of my LAST journal a few weeks back, and it was a disaster. But don't even get me started on THAT story.
2
Even without my Rodrick problems, my summer was pretty lousy.
Our family didn't go anywhere or do anything fun, and that's Dad's fault. Dad made me join the swim team again, and he wanted to make sure I didn't miss any meets this year.
[Image: A cartoon of three people urging the three boys before a swimming race.] "Kill 'Em, Brandon!,
No Mercy Todd!, Stop Shivering Greg!"
Dad's got this idea that I'm destined to be a great swimmer or something, so that's why he makes me join the team every summer.
3
At my first swim meet a couple of years ago, Dad told me that when the umpire shot off the starter pistol, I was supposed to dive in and start swimming.
But what he DIDN'T tell me was that the starter gun only fired BLANKS.
So I was a whole lot more worried about where the bullet was gonna land than I was about getting myself to the other end of the pool.
[Image: A cartoon showing a swimming race between three boys and out of them one boy has sunk to the ground.]
4
Even after Dad explained the whole "starter pistol" concept to me, I was still the worst swimmer on the team.
But I did end up winning "Most Improved" at the awards banquet at the end of the summer. That's only because there was a ten-minute difference between