by Jeff Kinney
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DIARY OF A WIMPY KID
by Jeff Kinney
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First published in the English language in the USA
by Amulet Books, an imprint of ABRAMS, 2019
Original English title: Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Wrecking Ball
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1
MARCH
Sunday
I’ve read that in ancient times they used to bury
kings and pharaohs with all their possessions.
Back then I guess they thought you could take
your things WITH you into the afterlife.
Well, if I get buried with all MY junk, I might
really REGRET it later on.
2
Mom’s having me do some spring cleaning to get rid
of things I don’t NEED. Well, that seemed like a
good idea until I realized just how much stuff I’ve
actually GOT.
I spent the whole morning going through my
closet, and it’s crazy how much was packed in there.
And it’s not like it was ORGANIZED or anything.
I’ve basically been throwing things in my closet since
we first moved in.
3
Digging through my closet was like going through
my CHILDHOOD. And the further back I went,
the further back in TIME it took me.
The stuff near the front of the closet was all
junk I tossed in there over the past year, like
homework and comic books. But after I got
those things out of the way I started finding
stuff I’ D FORGOTTEN about.
I found a model rocket I got for my tenth
birthday and a costume I wore for Halloween a
few years ago. And there was a bunch of other
things I didn’t even know I still had.
4
When I dug a little DEEPER, I found something
I thought I’d lost YEARS ago. It was a binder
full of stickers I’d collected in the third grade.
I used to be OBSESSED with stickers, especially
the scratch-and-sniff kind. I collected all the
GOOD smells, like bubble gum and candyfloss
and that sort of thing, but I had all the really
GROSS ones, too.
So, when a kid on my street wanted to know
what giraffe poop or rotten meat loaf smelled
like, they’d come to ME.
5
One of these days I’m gonna write my
AUTOBIOGRAPHY, and it’s gonna include
scratch-and-sniff stickers to mark all the
different moments in my life.
6
I kept digging through my closet and found stuff
from KINDERGARTEN, like a fish I made by
tracing my hand on to a piece of card.
I used to LOVE doing arts and crafts back
then. And, if anyone ever tried to BULLY me
about it, they’d get a face full of glitter.
7
Another project I found in my closet was a gift
I made for my mom in pre-school but never gave
her. It was a paper flower with a picture of my
face in the middle, glued to a popsicle stick.
When I made the thing, I put it in a little plant
pot filled with earth. But I tripped on the front
step when I got home from school that day, and
that’s why I never gave it to her.
8
I was GLAD when I finally reached the back
of my closet, but, to be honest, I was a little
DISAPPOINTED, too.
When I was younger I read this book about
these kids who could visit a whole different
WORLD by going through their wardrobe, and
I always wondered if I might be able to do the
same thing with MINE.
But I thought that whoever lived on the other
side might not be too happy with me for tossing
all my JUNK in there over the years.
9
When I told Mom I was done emptying my closet
today, she said I needed to put everything into
three piles: one to keep, one to donate and one
to throw away. But I figured if I had to let
go of any of my junk I might as well make some
MONEY from it. So I decided to have a YARD
SALE.
Mom thought that was a GREAT idea. So she
gave me a magazine that had all sorts of tips on
how to do it RIGHT.
10
All the ideas in the magazine were corny and
old-fashioned, though. There was one section on
how to create a sign to get people to come to
your yard sale, and all the examples they showed
were really BORING.
I knew that if I wanted people to actually show
up at my yard sale I needed to do something a
little more EYE-CATCHING. So I whipped up a
sign I knew would do the trick.
11
I made a few copies of my sign and headed out to
post them around the neighbourhood. But Mom
stopped me before I got out of the front door.
12
Mom made me make signs that were more like the
ones in the magazine, and after I was finished,
I stapled them to some telephone poles on our
street. Then I hauled everything down from my
bedroom and started setting it all out on some
plastic tables.
Each table had its own category, like “clothes”
and “books” and that kind of thing. But some
stuff wasn’t easy to categorize, so I had to get
creative.
I had a bunch of gifts from my grandparents and
older relatives that I’ve never even TOUCHED,
so I put all those things together on one table.
I also had a bunch of birthday cards that were still
in pretty good shape. So I used some Tippex to
cover up my name and set them out on their own
table.
I put all my broken to
ys on another table and
hoped some little kids who couldn’t READ would
come to the yard sale.
14
I stuffed all my random items, like marbles and a
few pencil stubs, into some socks and pinned them
to a table.
I also created a table full of things for people
who had money to burn.
15
I put all my old arts-and-crafts projects on
their own table, just in case some kids needed a
gift for their parents but didn’t want to put in
the TIME.
While I was finishing up, Mom came outside to
check out my yard sale, and she seemed pretty
IMPRESSED. But she said I should hold on to
the things I’d made myself, since that stuff is
really SPECIAL.
I told Mom that if she wanted something, she
could always buy it HERSELF. So she offered
me three dollars for that paper flower I’d made
for her in pre-school.
16
Mom seemed pretty eager to have that thing, and
I could tell it was worth more than three bucks
to her. So I told Mom it was all hers for TEN.
I guess I pushed my luck, though, because she
went back inside without buying ANYTHING.
While I waited for customers to show up, I started
getting a little NERVOUS. I realized that all my
stuff was just lying out in the open, and I had no
way to stop people from STEALING it.
So I called my best friend, Rowley Jefferson,
and asked him to come down and be my Theft
Prevention Officer.
17
But Rowley said he was supposed to do something
with his dad this afternoon, so he couldn’t help
me with the yard sale.
I told him I’d promote him to Theft Prevention
MANAGER, and he’d even get to wear a BADGE.
Luckily, that did the trick.
As soon as Rowley got to my house, he started
asking about that BADGE. All I could find was
my old firefighter costume, but that seemed to
make him feel important.
18
Rowley asked what he was supposed to DO as the
Theft Prevention Manager, and I said mostly he
needed to walk around and crack his knuckles to
make sure nobody got any funny ideas.
But Rowley wasn’t paying any attention to my
instructions, because he was distracted by a table
that had a bunch of birthday gifts he’d got me
over the years.
I’m pretty sure Rowley’s MOM picks out my
presents, since they’re always things that
help you LEARN. And they’re all still in mint
condition, because I haven’t actually OPENED any
of them.
19
I don’t know what made Rowley madder, the fact
that I was SELLING this stuff or the sign I
put on the table.
Rowley said I couldn’t sell those things because
they were GIFTS. I told him they were MINE,
so I could do whatever I WANTED with them.
And then we got into a big tug-of-war over the
Magnet Fun set.
20
That’s when our first customers started to
arrive. I told Rowley we could argue about this
LATER, but for NOW we needed to act like
PROFESSIONALS.
At first just a few people showed up, but after
a while a lot MORE came. And, when they
started checking out my stuff, I went into sales
mode.
One lady seemed interested in a collector’s coin
I got from my uncle, but she complained that it
was DENTED. So I thought fast and told her
the REASON it was dented was because it had
stopped a bullet in the Second World War.
21
She didn’t seem to BELIEVE me, though,
probably because the coin was dated last year.
I spent a lot of time trying to close that deal,
and I started worrying that people were stealing
behind my back. Unfortunately my Theft Prevention