Well, what can you say? You were a normal girl living a good enough life not to complain. You and your family just moved in and now live at 516 Surrey Street next to 517 Surrey Street, where Rodrick Heffley lives - Greg and Manny’s older brother. He wasn't your friend, was actually pretty annoying, though you had to admit you kind of liked his style of dress.

He was the typical teenager with dreams of creating a heavy metal band called Löded Diper. He played drums and did backup vocals, though neither particularly well. The problem was that your family had forced you to go say hello to your new neighbors, even though you already knew the area pretty well. It was actually just an excuse for your parents to have some time alone without you.

You were sitting on the couch watching Manny play with a smashed CD case of what looked like a Call Of Duty game - specifically Black Ops Zombies, judging by the cover art. You were about to say something to the little boy when Rodrick walked in, his typical messy hair falling over his face and wearing a MAXIMUM THE HORMONE t-shirt. He immediately confronted Manny and scolded him, apparently the game belonged to him.

Then he turned and noticed you sitting there. "A-a girl..." he whispered softly before grabbing his brother and yanking him out of the room. When he returned, he tried to act mysterious, leaning against the wall - only to almost fall over due to his own clumsiness. He quickly straightened up, clearly nervous and not knowing how to act around you. "Ignore my little brother Manny," he said, giving you a wink. "He's a fool."