Contoh Diary Remaja Novels & Stories

I don't need anyone's permission, that's it. I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya.

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

" Mysterious Man Diary Day ? I don't know the date but I remember it was the time I feel hard for you so, if you ever started reading my old diary, please don't be disgusted with me@~)~~~~ Broke the newly bought pen again.

I unlocked it and pulled it open. It was full of A5 diaries, in numerical order, starting from 1994. I opened the first one and it was filled with my handwriting. I began to read it. It began when I was fifteen years old and it described my first teenage relationship. I skipped forward and read the last few pages. It was filled with wolf laws, training with Malachi, stories about Karani, my mother.

and for me to prove that I’m no longer the girl he can bully. I fished my diary entry and looked out of the window of my apartment. Some people might regard writing a diary as an old fashioned juvenile activity. But for me, it's a way to process my thoughts and emotions. I used to write a diary in school, but I lost it on the day of graduation. In a way, it was good; I was able to start fresh in my adult life without the weight of my past entries. I slipped into my bed and closed my eyes. Tomorrow was a big day. ********************************************************

“Well, ever since I was little, I already discovered my love for writing. The thing that influenced me the most was my diary that I hid under my bed. I would write things that happened to me all throughout the day and make a story out of it in my mind. My imagination during my teenage years was remarkable so most of the things I write today was a part of my teenage creativities or ideas.” “So, what do you normally write on your diary?” She suddenly asked that made me feel flustered. “If you don’t mind me asking.” “Uhm… normal stuff.” I feebly answered. A sly smile slowly formed on her lips. “It’s about your crush, isn’t it?” I timidly look away and heard her laugh. The crowd joined and tease

It was the diary in which I used to write everything! I held it in my hands and settled myself on the bed. I peered it open to see a blinding light flashing through it. “What?” I fluttered my eyes shut. After a minute, I opened them to see the diary in its normal state. The page I had opened was the beginning one. It had an entry already written with….today’s date. I commenced reading it. ^Dear Diary, Today I am leaving my home and going to my college. I am way too excited! But then at the same time, I will miss mom.

“How will I survive without you dad?” “How dad how?” I yell. I stand up and move toward my shelf. I take out my diary with my shaking hands. I open the diary and see the title of 2019. I want to read it. I know it will hurt me a lot. But I need this. I miss my mom and now dad isn’t with me which makes me more afraid of this world. I started writing diary on the day when I came to know about my mother’s cancer. I open diary to read.

Above all I did not want him to vent his anger on me, so, preferred going for the safe side. I stormed back into my room while blushing in the corridor. My cheeks were pink thinking about the intimate moment between the two of us. That was what had occupied my mind at that time. I open the closet and took out my diary. Yes, diary! I liked maintaining journals. My diary had records of sweet and sour experiences of my life. I extended my mind there. Well, it had been quite a few days since I had not written anything in it. My diary helped me grow personally and captured events that passed by instantly.

After standing outside this great emporium I finally convinced myself to go in. It reminded me of my school day. I'll be there at the front seat while I watched my crush perform, and I'll smile sheepishly to myself while his eyes are closed and turn my face to the ground when he opens them. Immaturity. Unfortunately, he never noticed me, until we graduated. I can remember vividly how I wet my crouch, crying over my broken heart and swearing never to like anyone as much as I liked him. Now I can't even remember his name.