Comic Book Themed Yearbook Novels & Stories

Saying goodbye to my graduation party, which ended up being much better than I had imagined, I stood up next to Dominik and passing by the side of the gym, we started walking to the exit. "Oh... We missed doing something" Dominik said suddenly. "What thing?" "The picture for the yearbook." Turning to a place near the exit door of the gym, I see how there is a special place set aside for couples' pictures for the yearbook, which even has a professional photographer and the whole thing. Smiling softly, I ask Dominik, "Do you want to do it?" "It would be fun... But only if you want to." I know I'm not going to buy the ridiculous yearbook because I don't even want to remember my last school year

“I want to take several so we can create a yearbook of our own! Like a yearbook of memories!” “An album, you mean?” Prem raised his eyebrows, but he nodded in approval. “That’s a pretty cool idea. Let’s do that! Where should we start our tour?” As they all got lost in taking turns to pitch fun things they could do during the summer, Kit realized just how much he had missed talking to his friends like this. Carefree, without any school stress and especially stress about keeping his relationship with P’Kim on the lowkey.

I tucked the thick kindergarten graduation yearbook into the deepest pocket of my backpack, hoping no one would notice the bulge. The other children held their copies against their chests like treasures. I, on the other hand, carried mine home like a thief slipping past a guard. Mom had always taught me that anything without practical value was nothing more than visual clutter. Did this yearbook qualify as clutter? I suppose it did. It was bulky, took up space, and wasn't useful to Mom or Dad in the slightest.

"The bigger books are my old high school yearbooks. I used to be a huge social butterfly-" "Used to be?" Saige teased. "Fine fine. I still am but whatever. I color coded all of the different species in each other. The color meanings are on the front page of every yearbook. This smaller one is an address book" he continued. "And address book?" "Listen, back then we didn't have this fancy technology that you kids have. This was my only way of keeping in touch. Take them. Maybe you can find the witch or fairy that messed with your memories" he said.