Amber POV
Have you ever read 'Diary of a Wimpy Kid'? Well, I'm Greg's little sister. He's never mentioned me because I was the 'normal' one in the family. My name is Amber Heffley. The nice one, the smart one, the shy one, the social one, the one who makes good decisions, the one who can cook, the one who can clean, the one who is not afraid to speak her mind. Those are all of my titles.
"GREG! YOU'RE CEREALS GETTING COLD!" I screamed upstairs. Greg came running down the stairs a moment later.
"What are you doing?" He asked me. At the moment, I was trying to get Manny to eat his cereal while he's not in front of the TV or on his mini toilet. But it was a hard task since Rodrick was watching Manny's favorite shows with the volume up very high.
"You're not helping you know!" I yelled to him. He didn't reply. All I heard was snoring.
"Oh for crying out loud" I said, getting up and turning off the TV.
"NO!" Manny cried.
"Manny. If you watch too much TV, your brain will turn to mush!" I said. I knew that Manny believed everything I said, but somehow it would backfire on me.
"But you watch TV all the time!" He said.
"It's because my brain is done growing. Yours needs to be healthy so it can grow big and strong! But if you watch too much TV, it will always be mush" I said.
"Don't tell him horror stories, it will just backfire" Greg said, about to drink milk from the carton.
"No, it won't because I take precautions, unlike you because you haven't checked the expiration date" I said, walking over to him and snatching the carton out of his hand.
"Expires March 21" I said.
"Ha. That's today" he said, grabbing back the carton
"2011" I said. He froze. I snatched the carton back and poured it into a glass.
"See Manny, this is what your brain will look like if you watch too much TV" I said, showing him the glass with grayish, mushy, goopy milk in it. Manny stared at it, his eyes as wide as saucers. Then he screamed and ran out of the room.
"I'll make a good mom, don't you think?" I said to Greg. I looked at him. He was turning a sickly shade of green. I looked at the carton. It was empty.
"GREG!" I yelled, frustrated and worried at the same time. I realized he was going to puke, so I grabbed the trash can and held it out to him. He hunched over and puked.
"Mom! Greg's puking! I'll stay home and watch him" I yelled upstairs to my mom.
"Okay honey! I trust you!" She yelled.
"It's okay Greg. You'll be fine. I'm going to stay here and take care of you" I said. I swear I could hear Greg sob a little.