*Please read the author's note at the end* Enjoy
May 17th
I did it. I actually fuckin' did it.
I passed high school, bro. YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Whooo! I can't fuckin' believe it! I didn't think it was possible! I mean, I really need to appreciate the system's acceptance of 'D' being a passing grade, 'cause I got 'em all around. Not that it matters now! Naw, brah, I'm gettin' myself a dee-ploma :)
I told my bud Ward of the news this mornin' when I found out that I have all the credits I needed. He had a bit of a cow himself, actually. Ya see, my man Ward never managed to graduate high school, cause in reality, he's a fuckin' idiot. Not that I'd ever say that to his face though, he's still my guy.
The folks are pretty proud too, which is a definite first, I'll say. Ma and Pa have never appreciated really anything that I've done all my life, probably because this is the only 'good' thing that I've ever really accomplished.
The younger bro Greg also showed his gratitude by giving me a raised eyebrow and an exclamation of "Uh...wow...congrats, Rod." Huh, guess he didn't think I'd make it either, not that I can or should blame 'im.
I whipped my graduation attire from the closet to see a heap of dust fall from it. Honestly, I wasn't so sure that I'd be needing it, and the ol' folks were thinking the same thing when they told me to just "Keep it in there until your brother needs it for his graduation."
Fuckin' chumps…
Had no faith in me whatsoever, it seemed. I mean, yeah, I've never been one to hold a fantastic or even clean rep, but how the shit does that determine my abilities to succeed in life? Hey, I can smoke bud and drink all the booze I want and still maintain a grand GPA of 2.6! I say it's time the old man and gal get their shit together on they're little thoughts and expectations of me.
Well, not that I have much else to really blab on about at the moment, but I guess I should get downstairs and tell the younger bro that we're throwin' a pre-grad partay right after Ma and Pa are out the door off to that spa or whatever.
Eh, I guess I'll be getting to that then, peace.
-Rod
A/N: This is Rodrick's overall life perspective. It is a spin-off of my other story that is told through Greg's eyes, 'Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Freshman Follies', yet, through the viewpoint of Rodrick.
This is not a sequel to my other DoaWP fanfic and you do not have to read the other story in order to read this one to understand what's going on. That is purely optional.
Keep in mind that Rodrick will use poor spelling and grammar from time to time, for he really isn't the most literate person out there, he he.. as exampled in this segment.
Disclaimer: All rights to Jeff Kinney. I am borrowing his characters for entertainment purposes only; no profit is being made.
Rated M for mostly language as well as drug references, dealing and adult situations.
Chapters in this story will not be as long as in my other fic for this category, and will also contain far more dirty language from the rebellious lips of our Rod ;)
Thanks for checking this out, and expect more soon. I generally am unable to just spit out chaps so I may or may not update weekly, but we'll have to wait and see :)
Review if you feel the need to express your regards. I know there really isn't a lot to go on yet.
-DS
