Diary Of A Wimpy Kid Novels & Stories

Breath hanging as i read the words; “Day 2; I met a sad boy, dear diary. A sad boy who doesn’t cry.” Doesn’t cry? A sad boy who doesn’- The room tilted for a second then. The air suddenly thick as a memory flowed in like water. My vision blurring slightly. “Why don’t you keep a diary?” His voice echoed, “You can use it to say whatever you don’t want to tell anyone. It’ll be your own secret.” I stared at him, face unclear. A young boy, A younger me. Cheeks wet with tears.

Sweat gathered at my temples and Cobwebs clung to my sleeves. The air smelled of cardboard and time. I pushed aside old picture frames, college notebooks, and broken electronics. “Where is it?” I whispered to myself. Box after box, I searched. My fingers were sore and my back ached but then I found it. A navy-blue leather cover…Worn at the corners. The pages sticking out a little from the sides. My diary. I sat on the cold floor, back against the wall, and opened the first page. It was mostly silly things at first.

"Dear diary, today when I was showering , I noticed a few hair strands growing around my-" "Stop please!" As expected , the skinny kid jumped on me in an attempt to grab his book from the boy behind me , his efforts proving futile seeing as I was twice his size.The crowd begun to swell around us, laughter rippling throughout the amused students as Nico read out loud the embarrassing secrets in that particular page whilst I held the kid back, his tiny weak hands slamming against my chest in what could best be described as kid punches. Tyson lends a hand as we both held the volatile kid from ruining this morning's announcement from this kid's diary. Still doubling back in laughter ,a loud shou

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."

It was from eight years ago. “Dear Diary, I'm Cindy, I'm seventeen years old, and this marks my first day staying clean and sober. Finally kicked that addiction, and I'm over the moon. I have no friends to share this little triumph with, except for Bianca and Scott. Figured pouring it onto these pages might ease some of the excitement."

Mike was just waiting patiently at the side of the door. I opened the diary and frowned. I thought it would be full of words. On every page, Liam only wrote one sentence. And most of the pages told me how Liam hated his whole family. While turning the pages, I realized at that moment my soul shifted because I would change his life. Liam was weak, and he needed me, who was brave enough to face his family. Maybe after I helped him, I would shift back to my actual body. But what he wrote in the very last entry surprised me a bit. He liked someone named Jax, and it was something that should not happen.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

I opened it, flipped through the pages, and saw the handwriting of a child. Finding a comfortable spot at a nearby table, I opened the first page of the diary. Dear Diary, Today is my first day writing to you and I'm so excited! I've always wanted to have a diary, just like my dad. He has one too, but he doesn't let me read it. I think he thinks I'm too young. But I'm almost ten years old now, so I think I can handle it. I wish my dad liked me more. He's always so busy with pack business and he never has time for me. When he does come home, he's always tired and grumpy.

" I raised a brow at the love of my life, who was just lazing on my sofa. 'Gotta be on your toes, babe.' As much as I was madly in love with you, and wanted to jump you right here and now, I have to remain professional. I can't just fu*k another man in my office, well, not so soon at least. I almost laughed at the thought of fu*king the computer nerd on my desk. It wasn't as I expected it to be. I was not in the least satisfied. 'But with you, I bet you will be all that and more.' "So you said you know how to fish." You said, stretching out like you owned the place. I nodded, "being the only child to an outdoorsy dad that's what happens, I was a tomboy for most of my years until the last par

I decided to write because something weird happened to me last week - until now actually - and I badly needed someone to confide in since I don't have any friends. You see, Diary, last week when I was heading home from school, I happened to pass by this dark alleyway by the Angel's boutique. What I saw there was a group of guys harassing this kid. They were circling him like sharks ready to take a bite at its prey. One of them pushed the boy threateningly and said something that I couldn't quite hear.