Zéro réseau !

Okay, so my mom, Susan, has this new obsession with turning back time. She thinks everyone, especially my family, is too glued to their screens, which, let's be honest, is a pretty accurate assessment when it comes to me and Rodrick. She even started this petition to get the whole town to unplug for a weekend, like we're all going to suddenly start having deep, meaningful conversations or something. It's a total nightmare, because what am I supposed to do without my video games?

Then, to make matters worse, Grandpa Heffley moves in with us. Apparently, the rent went up at his retirement home, and his girlfriend, Darlene, dumped him. So now he's sleeping in my room, which means I'm basically sharing my personal space with a senior citizen who has some pretty questionable habits. My dad, Frank, isn't too thrilled about it either, especially when Grandpa starts getting involved in everything.

Things really take a turn for the worse when I accidentally wreck Dad's car. It was a whole thing with a toothpaste cap falling down the drain, me trying to fix it, and then the car rolling into a ditch while Dad was away. I knew I was in for it, big time, so when the opportunity came up for a class trip to Hardscrabble Farms, a place I'd been actively trying to avoid, I figured it was my best bet to lay low and escape Dad's wrath.

Hardscrabble Farms is exactly what it sounds like: old school. We're talking no electronics, outdoor showers, and chores that feel like they're from the Stone Age. My best friend, Rowley, is there too, and our chaperone is his dad, Mr. Jefferson, which is just my luck. The food is disgusting, and the cabins are super uncomfortable. One kid, Julian Trimble, even ate part of his deodorant stick just to get sent home, which, honestly, I almost respected.

The worst part about Hardscrabble Farms, besides everything, is the legend of Silas Scratch. It's this story about a crazed farmer who supposedly haunts the place because he got kicked off his land. Everyone tells these creepy tales about him eating slugs and berries and having super long fingernails. It's enough to make you paranoid, especially when you're out in the woods at night.

Just when I thought I couldn't take any more "old school" living, Rowley and Mr. Jefferson get poison ivy and have to leave early. Then, for the final night of camp, we're supposed to sleep outside. While I'm gathering firewood, I stumble upon this old shack that I'm sure is Silas Scratch's hideout. But when I go inside, it's actually a clean maintenance shed.

That's when my dad shows up, and you won't believe what he tells me. He admits that he invented the whole Silas Scratch legend himself! Turns out, when he was a kid at Hardscrabble, he used that same shack to escape the chaos, and he made up the story to keep everyone away. He even sneaks us all back into the cabin to sleep, breaking the rules.

Leaving Hardscrabble Farms, I realize that even though I complained the whole time, I kind of get why Dad kept the Silas Scratch legend alive. I can totally see myself in the future, if I ever have kids and have to chaperone a trip like this, wanting my own secret hideout. So, yeah, I decided to keep spreading the rumors about Silas Scratch. Some traditions are just too good to die.