Novel & Cerita Diario 1

He stops bugging me for a few seconds when I feel a piece of paper appear in my hands. We're not supposed to use magic during our human courses. Is he crazy?? I smoothen open the crumpled piece of paper curious to see what's it in. "You're beautiful and you're distracting me Layla.." I smile at the note and hide it carefully so the teacher doesn't see me being distracted. The door opens up and the principal walks in with a boy I've never seen before.

I should try understanding this entry a little later. I put down the paper and picked up another diary entry. And that's when I noticed that the previous entry I was reading doesn't have any year at it, and the fate format has changed. Compare to the one I am holding right now, the first one is very much more a rant but the date and time seems off… I just shrug my shoulder and proceed to read the other one. “9th of September, Year 1525. I saw it. I saw the entrance of the abyss.”

To help her childhood sweetheart, David Middleton, take my place studying abroad, my wife, Sharon Griffin, destroys my records and deliberately fills in false information, ensuring that I'm permanently denied a visa. She even severely injured my hands before sending me to the Behavioral Reform Center. My mother-in-law, Paula Brown, who has always treated me with affection, takes Sharon's side. "Kyle is so ungrateful. We gave him everything, and he still wanted to get a PhD abroad to find his biological parents. Who's going to take care of me if he's gone?" Sharon snorts. "He's just vain. When he found out I'd turned down Westbridge's offer of admission, he gave me the silent treatment an

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

After hesitating for a while, he flipped open the diary to take a peek. It was a typical diary with many scribbles and writings. Gently flipping through the pages, he read the first few lines on the first page of the diary. 12-10-2020 So the doctor asked me to try to keep a journal and write down my personal feelings. Don’t know how that’s going to help but here goes nothing. Getting confused, Alex flipped through the pages, skimming through similar scribbles of how his day went and how his life was going in general. One thing was constant through the pages and it was how he kept on mentioning Alex.

He didn’t say much—just nodded when Vittorio barked orders. I found a side room. Empty. Quiet. Inside, a dusty bookshelf. Half-burned candles. A fur blanket. And a drawer. I opened it. Inside was a leather-bound journal. Old. Worn. The name was scribbled in faded black ink across the first page. Inside: a diary. Fiorella. My stomach twisted. I curled into bed with it. Lit the lamp low. Opened the first page.

I heard the car engine start before i hang up the phone. Taking another deep breath, i leaned back on the bench after picking my Diary up. Flicking the lock open, i stared at my neath handwriting and at the top right corner of the first page, it bare the date of the day i started writing on my last Diary. Senior year of highschool...

I am just afraid to read the content inside, and I told her I would take It home and read it when I'm a bit calm and less nervous, but up until now, I'm still hella nervous to open it up. I silently breathed in and out, letting my shoulder relax, my hand reached for the diary and I stared at it for a while, I closed my eyes and breathed out as I unzipped the book, which had a zipper on it, Remi never kept a diary when we were in Texas, I am not sure what prompted her to start doing so. I opened the diary and swiped to the first page, a smile spread across my lips as I read the first paragraph. "Dear Diary, I hope you keep my little secrets safe."

TWELVE WEEKS. Giordana. "Dana," I heard my name while I was still asleep. "Dana," This Time it came with a nudge. I groaned and groggily answered. "Philip, what is it?" "It's almost ten, you'll be late." "Late for what? Today is Sunday," I drawled. Wait. Sunday. Oh my God. Jumping up from the bed I hastily greeted Philip and entered the bathroom to do my morning business.

Curious, I looked down and saw a thick notebook with a hardbound cover. I picked it up and the front page says '2016'. I opened it as I sat on my mom's bed. January 1st of 2016 Dear diary, Happy new year! I am glad to greet this year with a bang! With my husband and my lovely daughter with me? I couldn't ask for more. They're my everything.