Hey!!!! I decided to make my own fan book of diary of a wimpy kid!!! I haven't come up with a title for it... –-------—------—--------------—----—----------------- Today was one of those days where I seriously wondered if the universe was against me. It all started this morning when I woke up late because I forgot to set my alarm, and I scrambled to get ready. I threw on the first shirt I saw, which happened to be the one with the giant stain that I swear looked like a dinosaur footprint. Mom just looked at me and said, “You’re lucky I love you,” but I knew she was secretly thinking I was a complete disaster. At breakfast, I was trying to be cool and eat my cereal quickly, but I accidentally knocked the bowl off the table. Milk and cereal went everywhere — all over the floor, the table, and my pants. Mom sighed, and Dad just looked at me and said, “Well, that’s one way to start the day.” Thanks, Dad. Real helpful. When I got to school, things didn’t get much better. During math class, I was trying to pay attention, but then I saw Rowley holding a giant paper airplane. I begged him to let me try, and he finally agreed. I threw it with all my might — only to hit Mr. O’Neill right in the face when he was walking by. The class burst out laughing, and Mr. O’Neill gave me that look like I was about to get detention for the rest of the year. I swear, I have a talent for making things worse. Lunchtime was no picnic either. I was trying to trade my apple for a cookie from Rowley, but instead, I got a cookie that was supposed to be chocolate, but it turned out to be some weird green substance that looked like it belonged in a science lab. I took a big bite, and it tasted like a mixture of mint and salad. Rowley doubled over laughing, and I spent the next ten minutes trying to rinse out the taste with water — which, of course, made it worse because the water was warm and tasted like old socks. Things got even better when I got home. I looked everywhere for my skateboard, only to find out Rodrick had hidden it again. Last time, he hid it in the laundry basket, and I almost lost a sock trying to find it. Today, I don’t even know where he put it, but I’m pretty sure it’s somewhere evil. I asked him where it was, and he just smirked and said, “Finders keepers,” which is his favorite phrase — right before he took my last bag of chips. To top it all off, I tried to do my homework, but my little sister, Mabel, kept bothering me with her endless stories about her imaginary unicorn. I told her I’d help her once I finished my math, but then she started crying because she thought I didn’t love her. So, I spent the next half hour trying to do math with one hand and holding a crying kid with the other. Not exactly the picture of productivity. Honestly, Diary, I don’t know how I survive days like this without turning into a total wreck. But I guess that’s just life for a wimpy kid — full of embarrassing moments, weird stuff, and my relentless hope that tomorrow might be a little better. Or at least funnier. Well, I better go before Rodrick finds my secret stash of comic books and destroys them. Again.
That was chapter one!!! I will make more
