Diary Of A Wimpy Kid Novels & Stories

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

All their earlier promises meant nothing then. -------------- Dear Diary… It is a lonely place, a dungeon, when you are locked up on your own and left alone too. I guess he has a home to return to. And I have no wolf to talk to now either. Just four walls to look at. If this is how things go, I am likely to go insane… ----------------

Flopping down on my bed, atop the huge bound of fluffy blankets in a myriad of shades of pink and purple, I pulled out my old diary and stared at the first page. Under the date, which was marked ten years ago, my handwriting stared back at me. It was less refined than it was now, but still loopy and curling and every i was dotted with a heart. Dear Diary, Today was mine and Rhi’s first day at the pack school. It was super scary but super fun! Someone tried to laugh at me for being an Omega, but Rhi punched them! Then we sat with the other Omegas at lunchtime and I met a boy. He’s two years older than me, but he’s soooo handsome.

I looked outside through his window and realize he was still outside, i quickly pick his DIARY and open it, i ignore so many chapters and then i glanced through the date we both met "Diary, i know it has been long since i have written to you but i met this crazy girl and believe me i have never come across a girl more crazier than her " Gosh!!! this guy is really annoying How dare he call me a crazy girl?? I skipped some part but then i stopped I shouldn't be reading his diary, it is quite bad Author's POV CJ was feeling uncomfortable with Kayla following him, he wish it was Anna who was actually following him

Lyon said "How did the book get here, if the writer lives in basinview?" "I have no idea, we’ve been reading this diary for almost an hour and all we got is river high academy is located at basinview, this is a waste of time" She said "Just skip some parts or maybe start reading from this page" he said as he flipped the pages She adjusted her sitting position as she crossed her leg and held the book with her right hand, she furrowed her eyebrows in deep concentration after the change of position.

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.

". He said and placed a pillow in between his legs. “So, I came back home to get something, and I had to follow the back because aunt would have scolded me for being so forgetful..As I entered through the back, I heard aunt's voice, and a woman discussing. Of course, I wouldn't have cared but I heard the woman say something about diaries, and I immediately stopped to listen. Then she said ‘I felt so insulted after reading through my child's diary..'. I immediately knew that you were in big trouble, so I rushed upstairs, to your room and searched for your own diary, hid it, then replaced it" “Wait, I have questions. First, wwhat did you come home to take?".. I asked.. “I forgot a project I w

He hopped on the bed and sighed in content, beaming at me. “This is your room?” I asked incredulously. It was so...mundane and boring. No pretty wrist watches, toy trucks or planes. Just books and writing kits. “Yeah,” he nodded proudly. “You like it?” I shrugged, plopping down on the edge of the bed, stalling for time. Honestly, it was a boring room. But I couldn't say that to a kid. “It's nice. Might need some work, but it's cool.” He gestured to the desk. “Diary of a Wimpy Kid: The Long Haul is over there. Can you read it to me, please?”

It was later that day I discovered that Damien was actually my neighbor. He lives directly opposite my house and I watched him all day through the window. It's the first time in a decade that I actually felt alive. I had a feeling and to me that's an achievement. My first day in mcade high, though marked as the beginning of my problem, isn't really is. I had mixed feelings and they remained mixed because Jude Kam was on a business trip and I was all alone at home. I escaped his defilement for that day and that pleased my soul, then the stunning but arrogant class president ends up becoming my neighbor. I was pleased that I'd be able to watch him, anytime I like (stupid, haha) and also scared

she curiously asked. “Uhm... That was a journal, baby. Your personal diary... I mean, if you grow old someday, you will realize things... Things that you couldn’t ask to another person because you will be afraid or scared to make them think that you are weird or something... So if ever that you have some questions about yourself and you don’t know whom to ask it, you can write it down in here...” “Really? Will I be able to find the answer then?” “Maybe... As time passes by, if you read the first pages of this diary, you will finally be able to answer that question all by yourself. It’s because you already experienced it... That’s when you realize that you finally grow a lot over the long per