Greg's Twin Sister (Diary Of a Wimpy Kid )

Chapter 8

Greg's P. O. V.

When I woke up this morning, a pile of textbooks rested on my night stand. I smiled, mentally muttering thank you to Charlotte. I dragged myself out of bed, trudging groggily to the bathroom. I washed up, changed out of my pyjamas and went into the kitchen breakfast, where everyone was eating other than Rodrick, who wakes up just in time for lunch. Mom slid a plate of pancakes and bacon to me and a fork. I wolfed down my food. Mmm, delicious. Mom's pancakes are always the best.

I looked up for a second and saw Charlotte on her phone.

Can I just add that her phone cover is also so... perfect. It was the same polar bear on her jumper and it was pure white. Curiosity finally getting the better of me, I plucked up the courage to ask her.

"What's that polar bear's name?"

Charlotte's head snapped up in shock but relaxed when she saw me, "Oh it's you. And this is ice bear from we bare bears, you know, the cartoon. Do you watch it?"

I shook my head, "Nope, I've only heard of it before, but never watched." Charlotte slumped in disappointment, and sighed, "They are so underrated." I shrugged, not knowing what to say, though I felt a little bad.

I continued with my breakfast, savouring every morsel. I was done in a jiffy and I was returning from putting my plate into the sink when I noticed that Charlotte didn't eat breakfast and was on her phone the whole time. Since when did Mom allow us to skip breakfast and use our devices at the same time?  I felt a surge of annoyance rise up in me, Mom is not going to get away with this act of biasness.

I marched up to Mom, my face serious. "Mom, how can you be so biased towards Charlotte?" I exclaimed. The whole room instantly went silent and everyone looked up at me. Dad frowned at me and said, "What are you talking about, Greg? You mother didn't do anything."

"Exactly. What's going on Greg?" Mom frowned. I faceplamed, grunting in frustration before bursting out, "Why do you allow Charlotte use her phone when she hasn't ate her breakfast yet?" An awkward silence filled the room as everyone stared at me in confusion. Mom blinked, before clarifying, "Charlotte already finished her breakfast, she woke up long before you did."

My face flushed red. I had jumped to the wrong conclusion.

"Oh, sorry. I---"

"Greg, you should really learn from your sister. Her time management is so good. She woke up at seven thirty just so she can unpack her things. Now her room is filled up and her luggage is empty. Most of all, she's so organized. All that happened in half an hour. And the last time I checked, you took two days to do so." Mom chided, shaking her head. Charlotte suddenly became very interested in looking at the floor.

"Alright, I'm sorry. I'll manage my time better." I muttered. Mom shook her head in disapproval.

"That's what you say everytime, but never actually take action. You know what, you need someone to help you. Charlotte, so you mind if you help your brother with his tidiness?" Mom asked, turning to Charlotte. Charlotte's head snapped up in surprise, apparently zoning out, but quickly recovered and replied, "No problem."

"Ah that's great to hear. Frank, don't we have something in plan today?" Mom winked to Dad. Dad caught Mom's eye and smiled mysteriously. My stomach lurched, what's the meaning of surprise?

"Ah, yes. Greg, Charlotte, go wake up Rodrick, we have a surprise for you guys." Dad whispered, making the suspense even more unbearable.

"Okay..." Charlotte replied as she frowned, grabbing me by the wrist as we headed towards the basement stairs to wake up Rodrick up.