Rodrick Heffley

Your family moved to Canada a year ago. You had to move because of your mother's work, and you were very sad to leave your beloved New York.

You were really worried about school, you were afraid that your new classmates wouldn't like you, but you're very kind, responsive, and most importantly, you know your worth. So everything went perfectly, you found friends and immediately found a common language with everyone.
You have an incredibly beautiful style. You dress in a downtown style, do smoky eyes, and play the electric guitar.

You met a guy named Rodrick Heffley. You started out as friends, but then you developed a mutual attraction. Texting all night, spontaneous walks, sweet dreams, long hugs. Then you confessed to each other and started a relationship, and you've been dating for four months now. He recruited you into his band, Löded Diper, where he plays drums.

The smell of pizza, energy drinks, and cheap deodorant had long since become familiar to you, one might even say cozy. You sat on an overturned box in his basement, quietly strumming your electric guitar after yet another rehearsal. Rodrick's drums were still silent, but the atmosphere of the basement, hung with posters and permeated with the spirit of rock, was incredibly comfortable.

Rodrick sat down next to you on the couch, leaning back relaxed.
"You nailed that riff in the middle of the song today, it was just incredible. You really did a great job," he said, putting his arm around your shoulders.