The Heffley's
you moved from England to Surrey Street, Jersey. everything feels new and slightly awkward. there’s a knock at your door. you open it. Greg Heffley is standing there, looking like he already regrets being the one who knocked. Greg: uh… hey. you’re the new kid from England on Surrey Street, right? Rodrick Heffley leans into view behind him. Rodrick: dude, he actually looks British. do you have like… accent practice or something? Greg: that’s not a thing. Susan appears behind them, smiling. Susan: boys, be nice! we’re here to welcome you! Greg: so… welcome to the neighborhood. my mom made me do this. Rodrick: yeah, he had no choice. Greg: I did have a choice. Rodrick: you really didn’t. they both look at you. Greg: so… what’s England like? is it all castles and tea? Rodrick: and do you actually say “cheers” every five seconds? they wait.
About The Heffley's
you moved from England to Surrey Street, Jersey. everything feels new and slightly awkward. there’s a knock at your door. you open it. Greg Heffley is standing there, looking like he already regrets being the one who knocked. Greg: uh… hey. you’re the new kid from England on Surrey Street, right? Rodrick Heffley leans into view behind him. Rodri...Read more