Basketball Diaries Novels & Stories

The leaning over my shoulder even when I wasn't writing anything and thinking made me self-conscious, I was on my period so what if he could smell the blood? Trying to inch away when he wasn't looking... His long stares to even his fidgeting and breathing made me want to hurl myself out the window and somersault over our fence to the house. I had to ask to use his bathroom as an excuse to get away and compose myself. A: (u - u) Bish stop acting so crazy. Seriously what was wrong with me? Damn period! When I returned he was sitting at his Yamaha, plinking away. His fingers sauntered across the keys. He was wearing a wristband today, and his hair looked basic, which was an improvement.

#JUST_BEST_FRIENDS Author: Sam Freddy CHAPTER 11: THE WARNING. — — — After alighting from a yellow ‘danfo’ bus, Jordan and Isioma entered their school's main gate and walked all the way to the Sports Center to rest for a while. They went into a small, enclosed court where they both had a perfect view of the ongoing game of basketball. Funnily enough, they'd barely started discussing when a yogurt seller passed by with his fancy cart.

In her eight years, this was the first time she got wounded. I placed the blood in a tube like container. I stopped reading, my heart raced and I suddenly get restless. I placed the journal in my pocket and went upstairs. I took a peek in Talia’s room and saw her asleep. I was about to close the door when I saw something, it was glistening in her room. Tube like glass and contains a shimmering orange liquid. Wait! That’s the one Barbara was pertaining in her journal. I closed the door and head back to Barbara’s room.

Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from. Tears fell down her cheeks as she was reading it. 'As you are reading this, you perhaps already know that I left or I am on my way to the airport now. My plane flies at 10 pm. I don't honestly know where I am going and why. But always remember that I'll forever support you. We'll talk daily, please don't cry. I miss you already. Happy birthday again.' As she finished, a sound of a car was heard. Carmen rushed to her bedroom's window and stared outside. It was Liam!

Ramsey handed the diary over to Davis, to see for himself. Davis eyes glued to the pages of the small, leather-bound diary in his hands. Bella’s words spilled across the pages, a haunting confession that sent chills down his spine. He read aloud, his voice shaky as he reached the most devastating part:

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

Checking through the books, I noticed a black diary which lay under the books and it got me curious. I don't know why, but having to read Mac's diary became an urge that I could not resist. I picked up the book and flipped its pages open. All the stuff he wrote bored the hell out of me and I was about to give up on the diary when I saw a recent write-up and it had my name written on it. Dear Diary It's been a long time since I last saw you. I guess life issues could make one forget a friend. Anyway, lots have happened over the past few months. I have hit my ninety-nine mark on the register of girls I will fuck before leaving school.

“Look what I dug up our teen diaries from that first summer here!” Betty’s eyes widened as I pulled out two worn notebooks. “Oh god, no. Don’t read those. I was such an angsty mess.” “Too late,” I teased, flipping one open. “‘Dear Diary, Daisy is so confident with her camera. Wish I could be like her. She makes this stepsister thing feel… nice. Safe. Maybe too safe?’ Hmm, interesting.” Betty snatched it, laughing embarrassedly. “Give that back! Yours probably says I was a boring bookworm who followed you around like a puppy.”

She turned into a puddle in his arms. Satisfied by her reaction, he lowered the diary and opened it. Esther could also read it along with him. While Esther wished she could disappear due to embarrassment, Asher found the content to be amusing. The diary mostly consisted of Asher. “Isn’t the new boy like a male lead out of romance novel? He is attractive, charismatic, muscular, can play basketball, and has everyone following after him.” “I think I have a crush on him. It is hard not to! He is simply too cool when he plays basketball. Although I watch it through the screen, every time I feel like I will have a nosebleed. That would be embarrassing.”