Diary Of A Wimpy Kid Novels & Stories

She chose Thyago over her friends, she brought this to herself and that's the price she has to earn. Every time she was sad and alone, she always find herself writing in her diary and putting all out her frustrations and pain there. She has to let this feeling out or else she will explode. She has no one to confide in but her diary, it might be one good reason to feel better somehow even just for a while. But that night was different. Pulling out the drawer and searched for her diary, it's strange because it was not there. She tried searching it in her bag, under the bed and pillows, in her closet and almost in the whole room but she never find it. Feeling agitated, she tried to composed her

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~PAWELL POV~ After class here we are at the mall, giving flyers, leaflets for the upcoming event in our school and I was already tired. The boys and girls keep coming on me and my oh-so-called friends were just laughing at my misery. I need to escape here, Aarrgghh... it's getting crowded in here. I bend down a little and slowly walk away from the crowd, it looks like I was crawling. Geeezzz.

The book he, her old bestie had bought for her. It was a simple gift for her 14th birthday, 10 years ago. It was the last birthday he had spent with her. Or rather, the last day. He left her a small note that she noticed a few hours after his family had left. They were celebrating her birthday with her family as they were like one family. Carmen never used to like diary books and thought that they were stupid, reminding you of the reality you want to escape from.

The first entry of my diary read: "Dad hasn't given me an allowance for a week now. I don't want to put more pressure on him, so I've been picking up bread rolls people throw away in the cafeteria… They're 40 cents each. People are so wasteful. "But if they threw the bread into the trash, why did they still beat me up for eating it? It hurts so much, Dad…" Dad's hands began to shake so badly that he nearly dropped the diary into the fire.

“That empty feeling after? That’s real. Happens to a lot of guys. First time, especially when it’s… big like that.” He tapped the diary again. “But that doesn’t mean it was wrong. Just means it was a lot to take in.” Adam leaned back again, stretching slightly. “Kid walked in a boy, walked out knowing what it’s about. However, it happened… that’s still a line you cross.” He picked at the edge of the cover with his thumb. “Honestly?” he said. “He’ll figure the rest out later. That part always comes after.” A small, easy breath left him.

“We went to the same school?” “Which rich kid didn’t go to Whitmore High at this point?” Calliope chuckled, then leaned back against her seat to relax as the driver wheeled us around smoothly on the long road leading back into the city. “Bianca knew about you three, and the moment she did, our problems began.” I chewed on my lower lip, my heart slamming against my rib cage as I stared back at the diary. Every page I flipped was another chapter that pulled me in deeper. The first few pages were innocent. School complaints, scholarship stress, exams, books, teachers, and my sister.

And while I stood there, foam building up like a toothpaste volcano, my mind did that thing it always does when I’m stressed: narrating my life like it’s some terrible diary entry. My name is Atlas Loren. I’m eighteen years old, a senior, and living proof that you can get through high school if you keep your expectations low. I’m not popular, not athletic, and the last time I was invited to a party, I ended up face-down in a swimming pool thanks to Rowan Harrigan and his group of privileged asshole friends. Spoiler alert: I didn’t drown, but my dignity has been MIA ever since.

"We shouldn't have spoiled you so much! You're making noise the first thing in the morning! How am I supposed to go to work?" I felt something touch my forehead as Phoebe used a tissue to wipe the sweat from my brow. "I'm so jealous of Maisie. She has parents who love her this much. This is the first time anyone has ever treated my wounds. Mrs. Shaw, don't worry. I don't feel any pain." I smacked her hand away, snapping the cotton swab in two. My voice dropped, sharp and cold. "Why don't you feel pain?" Phoebe froze for a second, then broke into an innocent, childlike smile. She said sweetly, "Because I know magic that makes pain disappear."

Episode 49 – The Confessional Diary The attic smelled of dust and forgotten things. Ophelia’s fingers traced the spine of a leather-bound journal, its surface cool and smooth, tucked away in a cedar chest that had belonged to her grandmother. She hadn’t been looking for secrets; she’d been looking for old photo albums. But the moment she lifted the diary’s cover and saw the elegant, looping script, her own script, from years ago, a peculiar heat bloomed in her chest.

I'll leave that for a future post if anyone wants to hear. I lived in the country, and was an only child, so no friends near or siblings to experiment with. So one hot summer day I walked the quarter mile down between the fields to the small creek. I wasn't supposed to go down there but mom never paid attention. So I went skinny dipping in the secluded creek. This particular day a rather large, but friendly dog was running around, a Lab mix of some sort. I went to high ground to see if someone was around, but nobody. I had already been jacking off in the creek when the dog came over, tail wagging. I noticed he had a dick like me. So naturally I started touching it and it grew. I started to s