No Brainer: Diary of a Wimpy Kid (18)

After the Hands on a Van contest, Rodrick and his bandmates realized they weren't gonna be playing shows any time soon. So they've been brainstorming OTHER ways to get their music out there.

When I got to the gym for basketball tryouts tonight, I counted twenty-eight kids. That meant twenty kids would make one of the two teams, and everyone else would get cut. So I liked my odds.

When snow shuts down Greg Heffley’s middle school, his neighborhood transforms into a wintry battlefield.

Diary of a Wimpy Kid world to expand in April 2019 with new book: DIARY OF AN AWESOME FRIENDLY KID

I never asked for visions, I was one. In my future, I see myself regal and glorious, luminescent with the glow of my god.

It’s All Hallows’ Eve in London, and the street that stretches before her is empty, quiet except for the soft thud of her boots on the sidewalk and the rustle of autumn leaves plucked by the wind.

Grayson and Jameson Hawthorne knew the rules.

Tell me again about the first time the two of you played chess in the park.” Jameson’s face was candlelit, but even in the scant light, I could see the gleam in his dark green eyes.

When I was a kid, my mom constantly invented games.

“We need to talk about your eighteenth birthday.”

Before I say anything, I’d just like to make one thing perfectly clear: I didn’t stab anyone.

The first time the scion of House Dragon painted the eyeless girl, he was only six years old.