Diary Greg Novels & Stories

I said. “That was very cheesy.” She said. “Wait, did I say it out loud? God, what a shame.” I put my hands up to cover my face. “Very cheesy, but very pretty.” She replied. I moved my fingers a little in my face, and I could see Diana looking at me. I felt calm when a crazy idea came to my head. “Diana, I- “I stuttered a little. I felt nervous all of a sudden. She said, “You’re a funny boy Greg, but I’m not interested right now.” Her voice was sharp.

Stupid heads! "Whoever did that to our friend, she or he will pay," said Clark. "I will never let this pass." I rolled my eyes. Says who that you’ll catch me? I remember what I wrote in my diary just last night. Dear Diary, Hi, D. Guess what? I already killed Beatrice. The first on the list I will kill. I wanted to laugh at her earlier, she thought I was crazy. Though, she called me a psychopath. I'm not crazy! She is the crazy one. What does she think? I will feel sorry for her, I'll show pity on her? They did not feel sorry for me before. I begged them several times to stop bullying and degrading me, but what? They did not stop. I am not even satisfied with what I did to sister Beatrice. I

SCOTT'S DIARY. NOTE 1 I'm sitting in the same place as always, I don't even know why I'm writing in a diary. Diaries are for women, aren't they? But in this case I don't care because I have no one to talk to. I don't trust anyone anymore. Strange things are happening in this town. Very strange things that make me want to leave here. I know I've lived here for most of my life and that my friends and girlfriend are here. But here's the thing: I'm alone. My best friend is Kayler Brown, friends aren't supposed to keep secrets from each other and not betray each other, but I think he's betraying me. I know very well that Paige is in love with him, she doesn't even hide it.

Forcing a smile, I tried to reassure him, “Maybe Daddy had something very, very important to do today. Why don’t we call him and find out, okay?” The phone rang for a long time before it was finally answered. On the other end was the sound of loud chatter and background noise. Silas’s tone was impatient. “What is it?” Before I could reply, I heard Yuna’s voice in the background. “Uncle, the movie’s about to start. Let’s go in!” Then came Lily’s voice. “Come on, Silas, Yuna is waiting.” Silas hastily muttered, “We’ll talk later,” before hanging up.

Nadia Greg has always loved the idea of having kids, it was the one thing he always talked about. The one thing we had in common. “What?” He asked and I swallowed. This wasn’t how I wanted to tell him about our miscarriage. I stepped forward, my legs wobbly. “That was why I was late to your report. I left the doctor’s office and it was bad, Greg,” my voice shook uncontrollably. “This miscarriage was really bad, I may not be able to…” quiet sobs escaped my throat and my shoulders started to shake.

Myra buried her head in Greg’s chest, sniffing, and he immediately fell into character, and placed his hand on her hair, brushing it down. She snuck the diary into his jacket, and he held it tightly to himself with his arm. She finally looked up, still sniffing and wiping her eyes. “I am sorry.” She stopped. “I just couldn’t, I can’t believe Valentina is truly gone.” She saw Mr Steels smile tightly, “Your coffee is getting cold.” then he closed the door gently and left. Myra sighed, and stepped back. She quickly took the diary from Greg and stuffed it in her purse, then they walked out of Valentina’s bedroom.

I'm assuming he doesn't know how to read yet because he was looking over the manu looking confused and his parents just chuckled at his confused expressions. "So Pepsi?" "Yes!" the little boy exclaimed. "Okay, and a glass of Pepsi" he said, turning his attention to me. I nodded, writing everything down. "I'll bring them right up to you." I loved coming to work, knowing I get to see people like that. As I was walking to the kitchen, I heard the TV. "Nicholas Ashford spotted with a woman coming out of a club yesterday. Could she be his secret lover?" the guy on the TV spoke. He was moving on fast.

Zach reminds him. Greg and Gwen bring dinner for all of us, and the guys talk about future plans. Greg tells them financially; all their plans are attainable. Which please Zach and Tony, who have been making these plans since they were nine. Tuesday, I notice Daisy looks gaunt, not her normal self. Neal looks gray and tired. I wasn’t kidding, I really can’t talk to him or Daisy, but they don’t look good. I take extra good notes for Tony and record out English Lit Teacher so he can hear the old English version of The Canterbury Tales.

Pages flash… maps, invoices, photographs of men in military-style gear who probably go home and kiss their wives before trying to murder people like us. He spreads three pages in front of me. “Greg moves in patterns. Routine, predictable, ego-driven. He’ll be at the cafe first thing this morning for his usual breakfast.” I blink. Looking at the snapshot of him in one of the small local cafes two streets from our old home. I never knew he went there; he never mentioned it, and I can guess why. Annie had worked there before she and Poppy had left to go to uni together.

Elena typed something, but then the mobile switched off due to the battery dying. “Dammit,” She looked for her charger in her bags, but didn’t find it. “Did Atlas forget to bring the charger?” She went out to the living room as she remembered that there would always be a charger or two plugged in. She put the mobile there and looked around. The sitting room didn’t change. Same white sofas. Same grand piano no one played anymore. Elena returned to her room, but to her shock, Gregg was inside, looking at her diary. Seeing her, he put the diary down quickly. “I wasn’t reading it, but I won’t lie. I was curious.”