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Margaret Simon, now aged thirteen, was on the cusp of adolescence. Her world had extended from pre-teen woes and everyday problems to a realm of new experiences, hopes, and apprehensions. She continued her heartfelt conversations with God, a sanctuary where she expressed her feelings and sought answers.

In the depth of the space station, known as Battle School, a young boy named Quentin traveled along the austere corridors, echoes of his name bouncing off the cold metal walls. Quentin, a member of Salamander Army, had been nicknamed 'Shooter' because of his unique ability to pinpoint and destroy his opponents in the Battle Room.

Leigh Botts, a ten-year-old boy living in a small southwestern town, felt more alone than ever. His parents had recently divorced, his dad a cross-country truck driver who seemed to always be on the road, and his mom working multiple jobs to make ends meet. Leigh found solace in writing letters to his favorite author, Mr. Henshaw, expressing his thoughts, feelings, and stories.

It was the middle of autumn and Ramona Quimby, age 8, was feeling restless. She was used to her usual adventures, but these days, school and homework took most of her time. She missed the moments of spontaneity and freedom. One day, while rummaging through the attic, she stumbled upon an old photo album. It contained pictures of her parents, Aunt Bea, and of her when she was just a toddler. An idea sparked in her mind. She decided to make her family history project for school.

It was finally the day of the Valentine's Day dance at Greg Heffley's middle school. Greg, the quintessential wimpy kid, was both nervous and excited. He had, after all, managed to invite Holly Hills, the prettiest girl in school. Now, everything was up to fate.

It was the eve of another ordinary day in the sleepy town of Chamberlain, Maine. The streets were silent, the only sound breaking the stillness was the rustling of leaves against the evening breeze. On Carlin Street, a light flickered dimly through the drawn curtains of a dilapidated house – the White home.

In the quiet town, the annual chocolate sale at Trinity High was more than just a fundraiser, it was a tradition. However, this year, it was destined to take a different shape, all because of one boy, Jeremiah. Unlike Jerry Renault in Robert Cormier's 'The Chocolate War', Jeremiah was not the athletic type. Rather, he was a quiet, intellect who preferred the company of books to sports.

Ever since I was a kid, I knew I was different. I liked solitude, the language of computers and the world of coding more than physical exertion and socializing. I had a peculiar inclination for creating virtual worlds and solving puzzles within the comfort of my room. I, Greg Heffley, was known as the outsider, the wimpy kid who'd rather code than play catch.