Page 156 - Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Book 1

The driver slammed on the brakes and he turned

his truck around. Me and Rowley started running,

but those guys were right on our heels.

The only place I could think of that was safe

was Gramma’s house, so we cut through a couple

backyards to get there. Gramma was in bed

already, but I knew she keeps a key under the

mat on her front porch.

Once we got inside, I looked out the window to see

if those guys had followed us, and sure enough,

they did. I tried to trick them into leaving, but

they wouldn’t budge.