Dear Dumb Diary Book 1 Novels & Stories

"Dear diary, I was this close today. This close to making a ground-breaking invention. But the sulphuric acid rusted IT. I think we might need to change the acid used..." A series of calculations was included on the first page. No matter how many times I read it, I couldn't understand the calculation. Who wrote this? I flipped the book and looked at the front cover. There was no name. Quickly, I checked the other books and saw that they were all journals with the same handwriting.

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Dear Diary Day 1 Today is officially my first day here after a rough start yesterday. I decided that if I was going to get the best of this world, I might as well have a do over. Alot of strange things and occurrence have happened since I woke up yesterday but the best and most surprising of them all was the fact that Danny was alive and right in front of me. I mean, I could feel her, hear her, touch her and even smell her, it all seems like a dream, given the fact that I had lost Danny forever.

Samajh nahi aata main bura hu Ya meri kismat. (My own family made me So lonely, I don't get if I am bad Or my fate is) I will not say anything now as I don't want my diary to be bored because of my talks. So I will meet you later now. Bye. Dear diary. As I read the first paper of diary. I felt like someone just stabbed me on my heart. Miserable life?? Why?? Why you are so mysterious ahad??? And who left??

There was no cure anyway, so whatever felt good, right? Dianna sighed and clicked back to the latest blog she’d been reading. Man About Town was the closest competitor to The but reading it made Dianna feel dirty. They might aim the Playbook at men, but it wasn’t full of damaging male vitriol. Mason was right, The Playbook was the best option for Paper Now she just had to find a way to work with Jack without stabbing him in the throat.

I flipped through pages before finally deciding to start at the first page, maybe that will point me to the right direction. Yara would literally murder me if she ever finds out that I looked through her diary. I’m sorry Yara, I said quickly before I started reading. “Dear diary, It’s Yara Adeyemi here, silly me of course you already know that, Daddy said you know everything including what the future holds for me…. I don’t even know what the future holds for me and honestly I’m really scared to find out. Today was a crazy day, I honestly don’t really understand anything that happened, it doesn’t make sense to me. Zara and I turned fourteen yesterday and as my birthday present daddy decided t

Then I’d rub it in his stupid face. I stomped my way up to the library and slammed the door behind me only realizing how much of a mistake that was after it opened quietly. “Sorry Helix.” I grumbled. No response, but of course why would there be. I started on the first diary. Most of them were arranged by oldest already so maybe now that I was nearly done it’d make a bit more sense?

For some reason, I feel nervous as I pull out the book. A strange rune is etched onto the front. It isn’t one I have seen before. Untwisting the string that holds the book closed, I gently open the cover. This is Morgan’s diary. I glance around my new office, looking for anyone who might be watching me. Bruno is snoring loudly on the couch against the wall. Sinking into my chair, I flip through the pages. This diary dates back farther than any book I have ever read. Propping my feet onto the desk, I begin to read the first entry.

“Do you want to come along?” I freeze. This is unexpected. Suspiciously unexpected. “Why? Are you suddenly feeling guilty, Mr. Graham?” “Do I have any reason to?” he asks, voice steady, unbothered, like he’s discussing stock prices. Diana’s POV I spend half the day in my room, buried in the new fantasy book I’ve been obsessing over. Honestly, the book is the only reason I haven’t overthought my entire existence in this house. That, and the free Wi-Fi that is probably fast enough to power a small country.

Whitmore stands gaping at my diary. "Oh, wow! I didn't know you were a fan of Miss.OG, Ms. Sanders." He said turning the pages and reading my oh-so-difficulty collected handiwork. I sighed in relief. Good, the jerk hasn't figured it out yet. So I decided to play along. "Yes Sir. I'm a really big fan of hers. Well, you know hormonal teenagers, exam and college stress and all that..." I trailed off, laughing nervously. He frowned, thinking. And I took the opportunity to grab a hold of my diary and make a run for it. I snatched the diary from his hands and turned tail.