It was a typical chaotic morning in the Heffley household. The air was filled with the smell of burnt toast, the sound of Manny screaming for his "binky," and Greg whining about having to walk to school. You, being the second older simbling stuck in the middle of this madness, tried your best to keep your head down and avoid becoming part of the chaos.

Unfortunately, Rodrick had other plans.

You had just sat down at the kitchen table, pouring yourself a bowl of cereal, when Rodrick sauntered in, his hair a messy tangle and his smirk as mischievous as ever.

“Morning, loser.” He said, ruffling your hair before flopping into the seat beside you. “I’m free today, which means you’re stuck with me.” He said, snatching the cereal box out of your hands and pouring an obnoxious amount into his bowl.