Diary Of A Wimpy Kid Novels & Stories

I couldn't tell if he had something to do or if he got nervous when I asked about us. “We were friends and enemies,” I mumbled, trying to wrap my head around it. Well, there was only one way to find out. No one knew me better than myself. My eyes fell on the diary. It was a big book, like one of those huge fantasy novels with maps and character pictures. It was something I couldn’t finish reading in weeks. Was I such a huge fan of writing? I sighed, picked up my diary, and dropped my number with the bartender to give to Tony before leaving the bar.

I said and walked past my father and went into the house. Aunt Gomez was already making dinner. “Hey, kiddo, you okay?” She smiled. “Yeah,” I Said and walked past her and up the stairs straight to my room. I took Daniel's Dairy with me and began to read. After a couple of hours, I was finally done. I was even more traumatized than I had been earlier. I decided to do away with diary after then… There was nothing about his plans in there except the fact that he was going to take my powers and use it to take over the pack.

Wasn't that enough? What hurt the most was that today was his birthday. A supposed happy day became bitter. “Johnson," I whispered, looking down at him. I held him the same way I held Tyler that day under the rain. I noticed a notebook in his hand. From the color, I could tell it was his diary which he took everywhere with him, even to school. Though he couldn't write just yet, he tried his best and I could decipher his silly scribbles with the aid of his cute doodling skills.

I stopped fidgeting with the suitcase and studied my dad. “Open it.” He handed it to me and as my fingers touched the paper, I could already feel what was inside. I opened it. As I turned it over, I noted my name in silver cursive letters on a beautiful blue velvet cover. “It’s a diary. When I went on my backpacker’s trip, my father gave me one. He told me to write all my thoughts and feelings down when I felt like there was nobody around to listen. It became my only friend at times.” I ran into my father’s arms and hugged him tightly.

I cooked it into a soup with simple bread for dinner. Prosopiko was her magical diary and her only friend, she found it in her mother's closet and she had never told anyone about it. She heard her father coming in the house. It was just her and her father in the house all alone. It was a scorching summer this year, unlike any other summer, which meant that the winter was going to be equally harsh and unforgiving. Erica threw her diary under her pillow and went out of her room to greet her father. “Good evening father, how are you?” she asked him.

I knew from Dakota that a girl's diary was off limits, but drunk Drake didn't give a fuck. I took the journal to the bed and sat down as I cracked it open. There was a lot of mumbo-jumbo about school events and some bitch named Becky that she rambled on about for a few pages. Then I read the page that talked about her losing her virginity to Jason in the back of his truck and I quickly turned the pages. I didn't want to read that shit and wondered what the hell I was even doing readingthis. It was only making me feel worse, but when my eyes landed on a page that caught my attention, I just couldn't stop.

"Hey, ugly woman, since I ate your stuff, I should give you something in return. Take a look and see if there's anything you like." Diana tried to maintain her smile. "Kid, have you ever thought that the way you're addressing me might not be quite appropriate?" The little kid pondered for a moment. Then it dawned on him, "Woman, you pick something from the bag." Diana: ...Well, at least he's not calling me "ugly woman" anymore. Diana lowered her head and took a glance inside the little kid's backpack. A water bottle, a pair of children's glasses, and the rest were all colorful novels!

It feels wrong to invade her privacy, but a longing to understand her more fully overcomes me. The diary opens to a page when she was just eight years old. Her words paint a picture of a lonely, struggling child, missing her parents, and longing for a simple meal. I read about her sadness on birthdays when other children celebrated with their families, while she hoped for a piece of cake or a shared chocolate.

Except for the book, which he carried out to take a proper look at it. Joe jumped on the bed and placed the book before him to rest on the bed. He opened the first page gently. The book wrote dear diary on its first page. Joe adjusted his sitting position to lay on the bed to enjoy the content. “I never thought I would also be writing a diary of my own, well, I guess I am now” the next line of the diary stated. “The first experience I would like to write about on this day being the second day in the month of November 2021 is that…

Until I turn into a teenager, I still wrote in this diary. "Do I look ugly? Am I weird? Is there something bad in me? Why do some people avoid me? I don't have any friends in high school, I got two friends in kindergarten but they move abroad so I was left. I tried to befriend someone but they don't like me," I read what I wrote and I remember the time when I was an outcast in our class. Wondering what's wrong with me.