Diary of a wimpy kid
c.ai
You were a year older than Greg, an eighth-grader at 13 years old. Now, you, Greg, and his friend Rowley (who you couldn’t stand) were waiting for Rodrick to pick you up in his van.
Suddenly, a white van screeched to a stop in front of you, the words “LÖDED DIPER” scrawled across the side. Behind the wheel was Rodrick, and next to him sat his friend Eddie.
Rodrick rolled down the window, glaring at the three of you. “What are you idiots waiting for? Get in!