Diary Of A Wimpy Kid Novels & Stories

It’s a diary. For several seconds, he simply stares at it. She forgot her diary? Carefully, he picks it up. The cover is worn around the edges, used often. Very often. Opening the front cover, his eyes drop to the first page. This diary belongs to: TROY SUMMERS Summers? He didn't even know her surname. Back then, it didn't matter. They were just two starving children trying to survive another winter. His thumb lingers over the page, then he shuts the diary immediately and sets it on the bedside table with force and intention.

Someone laughed when I stumbled. Another girl muttered, “Pathetic.” Katie walked up to me and sized me up with disgust on her face. “You will always be a loser, no one will ever want you.” I turned and ran in the opposite direction, ignoring the shouts behind me. I rushed to the bleachers, grabbed my bag, and yanked out my diary with shaking hands. My diary was my only escape. I wrote gently; I wanted him in this very locker room, sensual and sexy, no rush. He'd corner me after everyone left, his big hands gentle on my waist as he backed me against the lockers.

REVENGE ON THE BULLY 1. My eyes saw red as Sara's words sank in. She's been bullied for the past three years by some spoilt cheerleader brat, and she never thought to let me know. I had complained when our parents had insisted that we go to different schools but my complaints and reasons fell on deaf ears. Now my innocent little sister was being bullied and no one knew. No one was there to save her. She endured it all alone for months.

Four years ago, I’d thought it made me look cool. God… I was so stupid. I tossed it onto the bed and reached into the box again. This time, my fingers closed around something smooth. A book. I wiped the dust off the cover with my palm—and froze. It wasn’t just any book. It was my diary from high school. I always waited each year for summer to write down what had taken place over the previous months. Slowly, I opened it to a random page and read. Dearest Diary, On February 24th, 2020, Liam Kayne finally asked me to be his girlfriend and I said yes.

He has thick dirty blonde hair and those blue eyes that make me question everything, and his voice…God, every time he speaks, my pussy slicks up regardless of location and audience. Fuck audience, my body knows it should be under my step brother even if my brain says otherwise. I look over my shoulder and then bend over to write the new thought that has been plaguing me since he arrived from New Jersey last night. I need to write the things no one should ever see in my diary. Things no good girl should ever think of during a fun family time. Everyone else is busy playing with snow and decorating the outside of our home while I'm…busy. They have no idea the pictures I draw in my head and the

He is cold, arrogant, and impossible to read. She paused, her mind drifting to the memory of "D." She traced the letters on the page. In her mind, the "Chairman" and her "D" were two different people. "D" was a hero, a boy who had stood in the dark with her. Damien Black was a cold, powerful man who lived in a skyscraper. To her, they were opposites. She flipped back to the very first pages of the diary. She touched the shaky handwriting of her ten-year-old self. She read about the red heels, the spider, and the boy who gave her the candy.

Otis found my diary and flipped it open. [Dad's knees hurt again today. I looked up knee pads. If I skip buying stationery for three months, I can get him a good pair. Mom's hands are so rough. She says it's fine, but I saw her crying in the kitchen. Hand cream is cheap. I just need to collect more bottles. Neville's backpack broke. He wants that blue one. I can eat cheap food for a month to buy it.]

I was outside mowing the yard under the hot summer sun which left Chrissy to do what bratty little sisters do -- go through big sister's stuff. Chrissy went back into Mom's bedroom. "Hmmmm, I wonder if she still keeps a diary. She used to keep it right here," she said as she opened Mom's nightstand drawer. "Son of a bitch! She still keeps a diary!" she chuckled as she pulled the booklet out of the drawer. She sat down on the edge of the bed and started to flip through the pages. "Let's see what sis is really up to these days."

The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton." I clicked on the tag and saw excerpts from his diary. "Liv is sick today. I snuck into her room and stayed by her side the whole night. She looked cute when she was asleep, just like a kitten." "Liv said she wanted the cake from the eastern part of the city. I only found it after going around for a while. I thought everything was worth it when I saw how happy she looked." "We made a promise to be together forever under the weeping willow tree. Liv, I'll keep this promise forever."

Hey there, my name is Jun. Typical youth about to graduate college. So... Every year, I do change my diary and so in my last diary, I told the last diary about how I was disvirgined. Now here, I'm eighteen. Just to recap with you about my life, I lived in a home with my mom, in a suburbia and my house was the second to the last on the block, which left an empty house next to ours, or well it was until about three months ago.