Saturday
With my luck, though, I’ll go on to be rich and famous and Rowley will still find a way to ride my coattails. The reason I don’t see things changing between me and Rowley is that he’s already found himself a replacement friend. Or to be more accurate, his parents did. For the past few weeks, Rowley’s been hanging out with this teenager named Brian. Whenever I go by Rowley’s house, he’s out in his front yard throwing a football or a Frisbee with a guy who looks like he’s in high school or college. Well, I did some poking around and found out that this Brian guy isn’t just some normal kid from the neighbourhood. He’s part of a company called “Cool Brian,” which is sort of like a big brother-for-hire kind of thing. In fact, I’d be willing to bet money this guy’s name isn’t even really Brian.
Mom said she thinks the Cool Brian thing is a great idea because it gives kids a “role model” they can look up to. That makes me kind of mad because, the way I see it, I’M Rowley’s role model. And now Rowley’s parents are paying some guy to do what I’ve been doing all these years for FREE.
The thing that really burns me is that Rowley probably doesn’t even know his parents are paying this guy to spend time with him. And I don’t think it would bother Rowley if he DIDknow the truth. Today I saw Rowley hanging out with a different Cool Brian, so Rowley’s regular guy must’ve had the day off. But I could tell Rowley didn’t even notice.
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