Rich? (a Diary of a Wimpy kid fan fiction)

 

What if Greg was famous?  

Hi I'm Greg and i am one of the richest people in the country. I live in the mansion down the road. You know, the one with the pool and the tennis court, oh and don't forget the spa. My personal favourite.    Here I will tell you a story of how I got rich in the first place...  

I was outside shovelling the driveway, during the winter. As I leaned over to get the last bit of snow out of the driveway a massive bag of money fell on my head.  

Of course I had to go to the hospital but at least I was rich.  

You probably think that if I was rich I would spend it on my family. Well you are wrong. My brothers are lunatics, my parents fuss over me all the time and my family, So embarrassing. So I decided to spend the money on me.  

I spent some of the money on a maths course so I was expert on maths. Now I work in a bank full time and earn more money than anyone else in my office.  

So, I was on my private jet when I realised that I hadn't told the driver where I wanted to go. I only really go around in my private jet because I just want to show off. I went and told the driver that I wanted to go to Portugal to visit my friend… What's his name again… Rupert, Roger, Richard. Rowley that was his name (at least I think so).   

When we landed I (My butler) spent 45 minutes trying to find Rowley's house. As he was doing that I bought a coffee shop and sat down for a cup of coffee. Yes I bought the whole coffee shop (I'm that rich).  

We got in the car and set off for Rowley's house. I don't even know why I bothered coming here but I figured Rowley may feel like because I'm rich I suddenly all mean and rejective (Which is actually true).   When I got to Rowley's house My butler knocked on the door.  

And a familiar face opened it...