Greg's POV

May, 2rd, Saturday, 2016

Before you start reading this, I just wanted to say that this is a JOURNAL not a DIARY. When my mom bought this, I specifically told her NOT to get a diary, but eh... it was too late. And I know... I know... if I ever got caught writing in one of these the guys from my school would laugh at me or call me a sissy or something... which is the complete opposite of what I am by the way. The only real reason I write in this thing anyway is because once I get older and become famous, all my fans will want to know what I did when I was younger, so of course they can just read this. Anyway, that's not important, what's really important is that my father lost his job a couple weeks ago, and he got really angry at his boss. In fact, I actually heard he was going to sue him, but the boss my dad used to work for is too "powerful" for that...

So now my dad has been looking for a job all around town with no luck. Rowley, my best friend, is nervous that I'll have to move, but I'm not worried about it. I highly doubt it'll happen anyway.

"Hey Greg" Rowley said. We were walking over to his house to play Twisted Wizard. "Are you sure my dad will let you inside. You know how he acts when you're around."

I laughed. "Ahaha, don't worry about it. He'll just have to get use to me."

"Yeah. I guess." Rowley replied, the enthusiasm out of his voice completely.

We started a new round of Twisted Wizard and I beat Rowley twice. The third time we decided to play, Rowley installed this new map in which he says he created. "I created this on my dad's computer." He said as he downloaded the new map into the game. "I'm sure you'll think its super cool, especially since you like this game and all."

"Yeah, yeah." I acted as if I didn't care much, but I secretly really wanted to see what his map looked like. Once it was plasted on, everything looked awesome. The graphics weren't all that pleasing, and it wasn't as awesome as Rowley kept bragging about it, but it was much better than a couple of things he created. There was less pink in it at least.

I stared at the screen for a while. "So..." Rowley muttered. "Do... you... like it?"

I turned my face, my eyes still glued to the screen. "The graphics are terrible, but the design is actually completely cool."

"Really?" His face lit up. "Let's start playing."

Before we could play, however, Rowley's father burst in. "Greg, you're mother is here." I looked over a Rowley and simultaneously we glanced at each other. "Yes?" I asked, getting up.

"You'll have to talk to your mother." He left, leaving me confused. I followed after him, seeing my mother in the kitchen.

"Hey mom." I said. "Am I in trouble or something?"

"No Greg." My mother said. She seemed a little sad, which frightened me. "Your father got a new job!"

"Oh! That's good!"

"But we're going to have to move."

"Oh..."

Rowley walked in, and I could see pain in his face. "You really have to?"

"I don't think we're moving that far... right mom?" I asked her, begging in my mind that she didn't say anything bad.

"Well, we won't be moving TOO far away, but I don't think you two will be able to talk to each other as much as you do now. You'll probably only get to see each other every Summer break or Winter break or something like that."

Well that's not TOO terrible...

Rowley groaned. "THAT'S TEERRRRRIBLE."

"Come on Greg, we're leaving tomorrow." My mom started out the door but waited for me to say goodbye to Rowley.

"We didn't even get to play my game" Rowley muttered.

"Hey, don't worry." I searched for the right words. "Your game was very... creative." I slapped myself in my mind.

"Just... keep practicing I guess."


May, 3rd, Sunday, 2016

We were in the car, headed to our new house, and I was on Rodrick's phone, he didn't know I was one until he started getting up from his nap, roaming around in his pockets and the area in the car. "Where's my phone?" He muttered. I looked up, trying not to make eye contact and quickly put his phone underneath me, where I was sitting, then pretended I was asleep.

"HEY GREG!" He shouts.

I jump up, pretending he woke me up from a great dream. "Ah! Aye, Rodrick, ouch, what do you want?"

"Hehehe." Rodrick laughs like a manic.

I swear he's gonna turn into a serial killer one day.

"Important matter we need to discuss. Have you seen my phone?" He shouts.

I wince. "No, I haven't."

"Manny?" Rodrick asks nicer. "Have you seen my phone?"

"BOYS BOYS!" My mom tries not to yell to loudly. "Please, don't be screaming today. I don't want noisy kids once we get to our new home to unpack."

"Moom..." I say, trying to move on to a different conversation than the one Rodrick brought up. "What is the new school I'll be joining again?"

"Westchestered Day Middle School. Why?"

"Just wondering." Rodrick stares at my seat and notices a glowing ray of light right where I'm sitting.

"GREG! YOU DORK! YOU HAVE MY PHONE. Give it back you thief!" He yells at me.

"What? Wha- oh... this thing? I um... I didn't even know it was here. I was asleep the entire time. I mean... someone must've moved it... but it definitely WASN'T me!"

"Yeah, uh-huh, whatever." He snatches the phone away from me and hold it close to his chest like its his baby or something. "Don't you dare touch it again. You're lucky were in the car with mom and dad." He whispers, his teeth clenched.

I sigh and lay back in my seat, watching through the window as I see dozens of houses come and go as we drive by. Classic rock is being played on the radio and I slowly fall asleep to it.

A HALF AN HOUR LATER

We finally make it to our new home. I hop out of the car and take a look at it. The house is much bigger than our last one. The neighborhood is a pretty nice neighborhood too. Not too big, not too small, just right. The moving van pulls up right next to us, and we start to head in.

"The last one there is a rotten egg!" Rodrick says, pushing me down.

"OUCH!" I yelp and then jump back up, chasing Rodrick until we enter the house.

Once I entered, it smelled of fresh paint and it looked very new. It was actually a lot bigger in the inside than it looks on the outside. "Wow, this place sure is roomy." Rodrick looks around.

I climb up the stairs to my new bedroom, which is a decent size. Just a tab bigger than my older bedroom, but the special thing about it is that it has its own bathroom! Now I won't have to share stinky toothpaste with my dumb brothers anymore. I need to tell Rowley about this!

I ran down into the kitchen and dialed Rowley's number. After the 3rd ring he answered. "Hey Rowley, this is me, Greg. I just saw my room, and its really huge. I even have my own bathroom! And I'm going to a new school... which I bet is going to be painful, but eh. This house sure is roomy." I say, while looking around, almost hypnotized by the home itself.

"That's nice." I can tell Rowley's sad. "I hope you have fun at your new school. I sure am gonna miss you."

"Yeah, me too." I never really imagined missing Rowley. He was always a weird friend to have, but I have to admit, I am going to miss his crazy personality some days. "I bet we'll be able to see each other. But I'll talk to you soon, i have to finish unpacking. Talk to you later." I hung up and ran back outside to help everyone with the furniture. I have to admit, moving to a new home is going to be quite an adventure.