Diary of a Wimpy Kid’s Valentine’s Day

Based on the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series by Jeff Kinney

Friday

Today is Valentine’s Day. I hate Valentine’s Day because girls expect you to go crazy handing out homemade hearts with stuff glued all over it. I pretended that I was sick so I wouldn’t have to go to school, but my mom didn’t fall for it. She yelled at me for about three hours to get out of bed.

So I get to homeroom where Mr. Crudly told us to exchange our Valentine’s. I didn’t get any. Not even one from the weird girl who wears two different coloured socks. And then in walks Rowley. In about five seconds flat he has about fifty girls hanging off of him – which is strange since Rowley has the Cheese Touch.

I guess I was feeling a little jealous of ‘good old’ Rowley because I budded past him in the lunch line to grab the last butterscotch pudding. Rowley was stuck with a big bowl of stewed prunes. I shouldn’t have bothered, though. All through lunch girls kept giving Rowley cookies and cupcakes and stuff.

About the only interesting thing that happened today was seeing a new guy who has a locker right next to Rowley. He looks like the kind of guy who should be a movie star.

Things got worse when I got home. My mom heard from Rowley’s mom that there was a Valentine’s Day Dance at the school on Saturday night and now I have to go. I hate school dances. Rowley and me just spend all our time standing next to the snack table with all the other dorky kids. Man, I can’t wait to see Rowley so that I can lay into him about what a creep his mother is.

Saturday

I woke up with a great idea to make sure that Rowley didn’t get to dance with all the girls who now seemed to like him. I phoned Rowley and told him that the Valentine’s Dance was really a Costume Party. He said, “Are you sure it is a good idea to get dressed up?” and I said, “Hey Rowley, would I tell you if it wasn’t?!”

I figured NO girl would dance with Rowley if he were dressed up in his Spiderman costume or his Sponge Bob pajamas.

I showed up early to Rowley’s house. “Where’s your costume?” he asked. “I’ll change later,” I said, pointing to my empty knapsack.

Before we left, Rowley showed me one of his Valentine’s. “It’s kind of strange,” he said. “They all say pretty much the same thing.”

Roses are Red

Violets are Blue

Can I Change

Lockers With You?!

I figured out why all the girls were being so nice to Rowley. They all wanted to have the locker beside the new kid. I kind of felt bad for Rowley. Even he didn’t deserve this kind of treatment.

“It’s time for you to change,” Rowley told me, looking anxiously at his watch.

“It is time for me to change,” I told Rowley. “Put on some jeans and a t-shirt. We have some snacks to eat!”