Basketball Diaries Novels & Stories

Sighing deeply, the young woman reached for the diary and opened to the first page, her fingers running across the brown colored paper absentmindedly. She reached out for the blue pen on the dresser, her body slightly quivering in anticipation as she silently contemplated shutting the diary like she usually did, only this time she didn’t want to do that. Only this time, she actually had a story to tell. Sighing deeply again, Natalie uncapped the pen, and for the first time ever, she wrote in the diary; Dear Diary, I met someone today.

and I can't help myself. **** We read through his diary or whatever he called it. And learnt some shocking details. Russell was sick and the entries that he had written down were all about me and those killed. Where he made it seem as if we were dating, and part take in some very detailed activities. He went as far as making it out as if I was the one that was crazy and stalking him. "We should get rid of these." Felix said. "Wait." I took the book from him and read something that caught my eye, then laughed.

It was later that day I discovered that Damien was actually my neighbor. He lives directly opposite my house and I watched him all day through the window. It's the first time in a decade that I actually felt alive. I had a feeling and to me that's an achievement. My first day in mcade high, though marked as the beginning of my problem, isn't really is. I had mixed feelings and they remained mixed because Jude Kam was on a business trip and I was all alone at home. I escaped his defilement for that day and that pleased my soul, then the stunning but arrogant class president ends up becoming my neighbor. I was pleased that I'd be able to watch him, anytime I like (stupid, haha) and also scared

It is old but seems to be well cared for. “Diary? Who uses a diary now? ” I whispered to myself as I hurried to open it. I was not mistaken. It was indeed a diary. Stoney isn’t a pure stone at all. He’s a softie. Funny that there were still drawings around the notebook cover back then. This is really it. I can already feel the MMK-like story of Cormac. . . the story that will win us over to AFA 2020. The first entry in that diary came to me. It was dated sixteen years ago. March 21, 2004.

I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me. In just one day, I use two pages just to tell what happened in my day and how I narrate about what happened when I killed one of my classmates. My diary is literally my friend. He knows a lot about me rathe than a person who doesn’t know even a single fact about me. Even my family does not know the real me. Dear Diary,

Below it, in the same handwriting: Diana Porter. "Mom," I said softly, "I think someone just sent me Diana Porter's journal." "How is that possible? The news said her diaries were just discovered." I flipped through the pages, scanning entries filled with the same elegant script. Why indeed. I settled onto the sofa. "Let's find out," I said, turning to the first entry. March 15, 1996

Lily then realized that it was actually her own imaginations, and that no one was coming up the stairs, but then again, it had helped her find a temporary hiding place for the diary which wasn’t too big, thankfully, and secondly, it had made her realize that she had spent longer time in the bedroom than she was supposed to. Summoning all the courage that Lily could muster, she took a deep breath and went downstairs to meet Don Grander and Emily who hadn’t moved from their position. Walking was slightly uncomfortable for Lily, but she had to act normal, otherwise risk getting caught, and also, she prayed again that they would not keep her waiting long enough for the diary to fall out of her u

As for Sophia in the car, she finally made a decision and asked Jill to drive the car to the hospital. In the ward. Daniel King watched the live broadcast of the basketball game on TV with excitement. "Nine o'clock, nine o'clock, there's a sniper there, can't you see it?" David laments as he is a loyal fan of the basketball games. At this moment, Daniel saw someone ambushing his team and was so angry that he wished he could go directly into the TV to play the game himself. "That's just their strategy to win the game." At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded.

A huge digital number with the number 2 appears on the HOME team's scoreboard. “Have you ever watched a basketball game before?” I ask Lily, without taking my eyes off the players who are already moving again, so fast I can barely keep up. “Yes, I like sports… especially basketball.” She gives a wicked smile, and I can understand the meaning behind her words. Indeed, there's something charming about it, I have to admit… At least Jasper looks really attractive, running like this, with his black hair falling over his forehead, wet with sweat.

I got what I needed. My lungs felt like they’d been filled with concrete. "I got what I needed." Was it the signature on his tutoring logs? Was it the verified hours he required to remain eligible for the basketball playoffs? I gripped the edge of the mahogany table, my knuckles turning the color of bone.