Horrid Henry Peeks at Peter's Diary

Horrid Henry and the Soccer Fiend

Horrid Henry Peeks at Peter's Diary “ What are you doing?" demanded Horrid Henry, bursting into Peter's bedroom. “ Nothing, ” said Perfect Peter quickly, slamming his notebook shut. “ Yes you are, ” said Henry. “ Get out of my room, ” said Peter. “ You're not allowed to come in unless I say so. " Horrid Henry leaned over Peter's shoulder. “ What are you writing?" “ None of your business, ” said Peter.

He covered the closed notebook tightly with his arm. “ It is too my business if you're writing about me. " “ It's my diary. I can write what I want to, ” said Peter. “ Miss Lovely said we should keep a diary for a week and write in it every day. ” “ Bo-ring, ” said Henry, yawning. “ No itisn't, ” said Peter. “ Anyway, you'll find out next week what I'm writing: I've been chosen to read my diary out loud for our class assembly. ” Horrid Henry's heart turned to ice. Peter read his diary out loud? So the whole school could hear Peter's lies about him? No way! “ Gimme that! ” screamed Horrid Henry, lunging for the diary. “ No! ” screamed Peter, holding on tight. “ MOOOM! Help! Henry's in my room! And he didn't knock! And he won't leave! ”

“ Shut up, tattletale, ” hissed Henry, forcing Peter’s fingers off the diary. “ MOOOOMMMMMM! ” shrieked Peter. Mom stomped up the stairs. Henry opened the diary. But before he could read a single word Mom burst in. “ He snatched my diary! And he told me to shut up! ” wailed Peter. “ Henry! Stop annoying your brother, ” said Mom. “ I wasn’t, ” said Henry.

“ Yes he was, ” sniveled Peter. “ And now you've made him cry, ” said Mom. “ Say sorry. ” “ I was just asking about his home- work, " protested Henry innocently. “ He was trying to read my diary, " said Peter. “ Henry! ” said Mom. “ Don't be horrid. A diary is private. Now leave your brother alone. " It was so unfair. Why did Mom always believe Peter? Humph. Horrid Henry stalked out of Peter's bedroom. Well, no way was Henry waiting until the class assembly to find out what Peter had written. Sneak. Sneak. Sneak. Horrid Henry checked to the right. Horrid Henry checked to the left. Mom was downstairs working on the computer. Dad was in the garden. Peter was playing at Goody-Goody Gordon's house.