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Three days.
It has been three days since they discovered Greg wasn't Greg.
Rodrick immediately began helping to pack Greg's room up so that he could turn the room into his own personal gym, now that they had money to spend.
The pig that they were forced to take from the fair, was causing damage once again and Manny hadn't stopped asking for 'Bubby' once the tv no longer distracted him from Greg's absence.
For the first time, both the Heffley parents called up the hospital to tear into them a new one and get them to admit that they just handed their kid over to some random stranger.
But the records for the case had been closed and legally they no longer had permission to peek into his personal file.
But Greg had their phone number learned by heart, they were sure, he would break away and call them.
They refused to believe that the child they raised would abandon them just like that.
They were family after all.
They were delusional, that's why it never occurred to them just how bad each of them actually were.
After all, Greg had been forced to live with a pig that destroyed everything in sight and nobody said anything about it because it upset the most spoilt person in the house, Manny.
# School#
Greg felt the whole corridor stare at him.
It was exactly like when he wore his former dad's jacket but better, now he had expensive clothes under his jacket and he had a branded rucksack.
He was reeking of money and the girls he walked past, could see it with their own eyes.
He could see the older and cool guys eyes go wide when he walked right past them.
It was most likely their first time truly seeing him.
He felt like the guy who came out as hot in one of those chick movies.
He then entered the classroom and everybody turned to stare at him, a small smile graced his lips, as he dipped his shades and made eye contact with the hottest girl in class, Holly Hills.
Her mouth was open when she saw him, along with her girlfriends and then he sat down in the seat right behind her.
The fact Rowley was not that far from him didn't cramp his style at all, surprisingly.
He made sure she could see the Rolex on his sleeve well and the studs on his shades.
When the teacher came in, the whole class was staring at him and when the teacher caught sight of him, she almost tripped over from surprise.
Suddenly she said. "Gregory, it's so good to see you back"
He almost froze at the reminder of the uncool name and said.
"Actually miss its Crash. Crash Leblanc, now." He said as everybody else eyes were wide. "It's always been Crash. I just didn't know it"
The name Gregory had always haunted him and he always prayed that his parents would pony up the cash to change it.
Now, he didn't have to wear it.
"Oh, yes of course," she said. "The principal informed me about the situation with your birth family. Welcome back and I hope with the new shift in life, you've also done the homework"
"I have," he said, stunning her, he then proceeded to finger unlock his bag before their very eyes and took out a neat transparent folder with his homework in it and place it on his desk. "My sports car driving dad helped me this time. After we played Monster Slasher on one of my many PS4 consoles."
Everybody was shocked.
Of course, the students caught the words 'Sportscar driving dad' and 'Many PS4 consoles'.
What happened!?
The teacher came to collect it, she was quite stunned that it was kept so neat and pristine and then began to do the register.
He made sure not to answer his old name and the teacher made a note to add his real name in later.
He could feel the class staring at him through the whole lesson, he didn't say anything but he didn't need to, his work spoke for itself.
He kept his promise to try his best and not try to look like a morn.
By the time break rolled around, he was strutting his stuff all around the playground and sat on the jungle gym making sure people could see his latest iPhone.
Finally, Rowley said. "Greg, what happened?"
Where was this new stuff coming from?
"I'm glad you ask, Rowley," he said, loudly so that a mile worth of kids could hear. "Remember when we took that physical exam?"
And Rowley nodded his head, and kids began to creep closer.
"Well, when my DNA was taken, it turns out I wasn't a Heffley at all!" He said, loudly. "I was some kid named Crash who apparently died over a decade ago. Well, it turns out the hospital made a mistake and I went home with another family."
He saw that there was a crowd now forming around them.
"Realising this mistake my original family was called in and the switch was made," he said. "My real dad wrote my other parents a massive check for the years they raised me and then drove me home in a sports car."
Everybody was stunned.
"I'm telling you, Rowley, this house is amazing," he said. "There are over a dozen rooms, we have a personal kitchen staff, servants and even a cleaning crew for the cars in our garage. My dad took me out to the most expensive clothing places and let me pick anything I wanted, he didn't even look at the price. I was apparently loaded all along. Who would have thought?"
Rowley was shocked, it sounded like a movie.
"But of course I asked questions." He said. "Its turns out my real dad is a sports car driver. He gets to test out all the latest cars and travels around the world to compete in tournaments. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard that. He even told me he's going to a test track after he drove me to school"
Everybody was shocked.
"And I asked about my mom," said Greg. "He told me, she's a big-time fashionista working in Paris and I apparently have two older brothers in College, who are in Paris for work experience. They are supposed to be back in a few days time. I thought he was joking, the leap between my old life and the life I'm supposed to have, was just too big. I have two older brothers who are college guys, how cool is that?"
Nobody could say anything.
His luck was insane if what he said was even half true, he was most likely the richest kid in town.
And then Greg opened his bag and released the food he was given for break, the home-cooked professional food and not items you grab from the supermarket.
What revealed onto them was nothing short of an artwork made out of fruits and vegetables.
Greg enjoyed eating this in front of people.
By the time, the bell rang, he was sure the news of how loaded he was had reached even the teacher's ears.
He finished his second class with a smile and headed to lunch, he didn't even get in line, instead, he sat down and pulled out his lunch box with the most amazing lunch inside.
When he opened it up, the mouthwatering smell was overpowering and it soon consumed the whole cafeteria, students actively turned to look at him and some actually had drool form in their mouths.
The table that barely anybody sat on, suddenly had a shortage of available seats.
He saw Rowley drooling next to him and decided to cut the guy a small piece and put it on his tray.
That piece was gone in 5 seconds flat, Rowley inhaled it and Greg ignored the guys pleading for a bite of his food.
He ate it and it was delicious.
The school food and the food prepared for him by somebody who knew how to cook and had the money for it was like heaven and earth.
"Oh, my god. So good" he said, in the middle of chews and smacking his lips, he ate finely cooked crispy chicken right in front of a dozen pair of eyes.
However despite his good day, Greg couldn't help but be on edge, last time things went this well for him, his mom showed up to class and forced him to leave in a 'mommy' coat.
However this embarrassing scenario did not happen, instead, he got changed in the locker room and ripped out a bag filled with branded sports items.
From top to bottom, he was decked out and the coach even stared at him in shock.
Greg merely smiled at the man as he put away his shades, when they came out, the guys found that there was a female class outside and all of them turned to look at him.
And he meant ALL of them, even the female teacher.
You could probably see the massive Nike tick on his back from a mile away.
He felt good.
However, just because he had money doesn't mean he was magically a good athlete, now.
As usual, he came in second to last and could barely manage a push-up.
He was a wimp in expensive clothes and those bigger than him and jealous, saw this.
So when the coach wasn't looking, Greg suddenly found a much bigger arm around his neck, it tightly squeezed him.
"Hey-"
The boy didn't get to finish because Greg's days of learning that one move kicked in.
Before the class of girls and a lot of guys, he kicked the guy's legs out from behind him and then with all of his strength, elbowed him in the gut, however before he could get on top of him, the teacher turned to see the guy down and clenching his stomach.
Suddenly that manacing look on his face transformed into concern the moment the teacher turned their way.
"Oh, my god. Frank, are you alright?" He said.
"What happened?" Said Mr Underworld coming over.
"He just started saying his stomach hurt" he lied. "The next thing I know he's on the ground." Before he said to the boys nearby and said. "You guys saw it too right? I didn't touch him"
And the boys who just saw him knock down the jock suddenly were nodding their heads like peacocks and agreeing with him.
The coach seeing the witnesses, plus how could somebody so skinny take down a boy so large? Had no choice but to believe it.
The man called a couple of boys over to help the guy to the nurse's office before turning around.
The moment the man did, Greg made a point to mouth 'I will beat your ass again if you touch me again' to the guy, as he was helped away.
After that, any guy who thought of messing with him when the coaches back were turned, thought twice about touching him.
Greg knew that a wimpy kid downing a jock was news in the school and by tomorrow he would be one of the most feared guys in school.
They were dismissed and he changed, nobody dared to smack a towel around his behind like before.
He then left the school ground, feeling the best he had ever done and saw his dad with shades on in a new light blue sports car.
You can imagine the number of kids who were staring.
Greg said. "Hey, Dad" very loudly as he approached the car.
The man unlocked the door and he sat in the nice comfortable seating.
"I know that look," said the man. "That's the look that a boy has when he beats another guy for the first time"
Greg smiled.
"That's my boy!" The man said loudly and ruffling his hair. "Now I'm going to take you to the testing ground, make sure your phone is recording because were going to burn some serious rubber with a testing car. Its time I show you, how cool your old man can be"
And then he kicked the car into high gear and it drove off leaving smoke where it used to be.
That evening, Greg changed his name on social media and posted a bunch of pictures and videos of himself hanging out with the test crew, getting into the test uniform that was nearest his size and hanging on for dear life as his dad preformed a 360 spine in a half a million-dollar car.
And then they got ice cream.
Greg completely forgot that the whole of his old family followed him on social media.
But he wouldn't have cared anyway.
His family was so cool.
And scene!