小屁孩日记2

小屁孩日记2

Dairy of a Wimpy Kid2

More Lame Seventh Graders

Greg: Seventh grades. Sounds a lot better than sixth graders. Rodrick: This is a Greg thing, I don’t see why I had to come?

Mom: Because, Rodrick, this is a family event and like or not, you are a

part of Heffley family.

Dad: Yes, and that we already paid for your ticket.

Host: I’d like to give you a warm welcome to Westmore, seventh graders!

New year school starting!

Greg: Hi, Rowley.

Rowley: Greg. Oh, look at thy Alacazam, Alaca…Zoo Wee Mama.

Greg: What are you doing?

Rowley: It’s a magic wand. You want to see a trick?

Greg: Only if the trick is to make the thing disappear. Put it in your pocket.

You don’t want to give away your best tricks in public.

Rowley: So, how was your summer? That sounds pretty rough. Greg: The only good thing happened was that I finally got the cold past. Rowley: Who did you give it to?

Greg: The new kid: Germin Pindel.

Children: Kaastic!

Fregley: Hey, guys. Anyone for pizza?

Rowley: Thanks, Fregley.

Fregley: You know, I can’t believe people. They just get good food lying

around. I will save that…for later.

Greg: Let’s skate.

Teen: Oh, dork alert.

Greg: Rowley, don’t just pulling me down. Who is that?

Chirag: Her name is Holly Hills. She just moved here. Greg: What

grade she is?

Chirag: Seven. She is an All-star soccer player, has done

professional

modelling and was a sixth grade class president. She moved here from Oregon because her father got a big promotion. They drive a hybrid SUV, live on the nor th side of the town…in a cul-de-sac near a park.

What? I googled her. She is a picture of loveliness, isn’t she?

Rowley: She is almost as pretty as my mom.

Chirag: She is going to be very popular.

Greg: Please, everyone, sit down. We have our seats.

Holly: Excuse me.

Greg: What?

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Holly: I said: Excuse me. You are blocking the exit.

Greg: Sorry.

Holly: That’s okay.

Chirag: I am Chirag Gupta and I’m single.

Holly: My name is…

Chirag: We know exactly who you are. Holly Hills of 432 Embury Lane.

G reg: No, we do not know you are. We’ve no idea who you are.

Holly: Ok, well, I think I’m gonna go skating now.

Chirag: Please congratulate your father on his promotion for me…

Greg: “We know exactly who you are?” You trying to scare her?

Chirag: Doesn’t really matter. A girl like that is out of your league anyway,

Greg.

Greg: She’s new. She is not anyone’s league yet. She does not know the

social packing were. If there is ever a time for me to make a move, it’s

now.

Rodrick: Hey, Greg, you break a leg or something, so we can leave. That

will never happen. Not a chance. There is no way that girl will ever talk

to you.