Dork Diaries Quiz Novels & Stories

"You are crazy" "Crazy is my middle name". Dora and I have been best friends since when I came to Madison High in freshman year, she's the only one who knows I'm adopted but she doesn't know the other secrets. She's pretty, optimistic and did I mention she's a psychotic bitch. She has short dark hair with olive colored eyes and a willow figure. Dora Rodriguez. And also she's smart like super smart, she never gets into trouble with any teachers. "I saw you almost got ran over". She open her locker taking her things. "By Nessa Quinn".

Him: so we'd have sex . I blush. Me: your so annoying. Him: you too babe. I blush harder at the nickname. Me: I like you more this way. Him: you like me more when I'm dying slowly from liver failure. Me: if you put it that way yes. And please put my diary away. Him: buzz kill... Okay. Me: thank you. Him: question?.... Me: yes? Him: did you really see your teacher's dick?

Mayoko said, handing them out. The first question was about the girls’ favorite colors. Only Aaron and Daryl missed that one. “How could you say red when my favorite color is orange?” Diane complained. ”Like my top!” “Sorry, but it’s kind of reddish,” he said. The guys laughed. There were questions about pets—we got that one right too. “Here’s the next one,” Mayoko read. ”We girls write down the most memorable thing from last summer. The guys guess. If it matches, you get a point.” Jenny burst out laughing.

Dora hesitated. Her small fingers twisted together. It was the kind of hesitation that only came when a child was trying to be brave. “Mommy…” she began softly. Danae felt her chest tighten instinctively. “Yes, sweetheart?” Dora looked down at the table before looking back up. “Where is daddy?” The question hit like a physical blow. Danae froze. For a second — just one second she didn’t know how to breathe. “My friends at school asked me about my daddy,” Dora continued quietly. “And I told them he’s coming back soon.”

I smile. I saw a darkness cross her face, like a doubt, a thought of uncertainty. Telling me she is yet to think of here as her home. I am not sure if she ever would. ----------------- Dear Diary… Well, lessons are starting. Yawn! Though a slightly different subject matter than I ever thought I would be learning. Most definitely not a conventional topic of learning. Not something you hear a class teacher say is it - “And today class we will be learning about Werewolves and their Pack Hierarchy”. Imagine the uproar from parents! Though in hindsight, that could probably have been a bit more interesting than some of the lessons I endured in high school. And I certainly would not have minded the

She bends close to me and whispers, “I can watch the girls tonight.” I close my eyes before saying thank you and stand next to Darius; Zach leans back in his chair. When he goes to open his mouth again, I put my hand up and ask, “What are you doing here, Zach?” He smiles cheekily at me before answering, “I missed Diana’s cooking.” I narrow my eyes at him and mindlink him, saying, “Bullshit.” He bursts out laughing as his mind links me back and says,

“Exactly! So why the fuck do you feel the need to lie to my face when there is a literal video of you and Mr. Dark-and-Dangerous having a scorching hot make-out sesh going viral right now?!” My eyes go wide as saucers. “What?” “Yeah. Hold on a sec.” She pulls her phone up from the desk, rapidly taps the screen, and shoves it in my face. “What do you call this?” My breath halts at the sight that greets me. It is, indeed, a crystal-clear video of me launched at Trey Parker, our lips locked under the string lights of the bonfire. And it’s pinned to the very top of the school’s most popular blog–VSU: Very Spicy Update. Classy, I know.

“You can’t tell me you’re a virgin. I mean, sure, you’re a complete dork, but still… Pretty-boy football star like you? I’m not buying it.” The dork term caught me off guard. I’d never once thought of Wick Webster as dorkish. But if he was a dork, then he was a sweet, loyal, trustworthy dork trapped in a hot guy’s body, that was for damn sure. “I didn’t say I was a virgin,” he mumbled defensively to his sister. “I’m just saying it’s been long enough that I would know by now if I had anything. Alright?” Folding her arms over her chest, Darcy narrowed her eyes. “Oh really?” Obviously not impressed, she asked, “Has it been over a year?”

R: Please tell me why I'm such a dork. C: I don't know you super well yet, but I can categorically say someone who looks like you isn't a dork, sweetheart. Little does he know, but he will totally learn. It's weird, the feeling that we've known each other for years, and I'm perfectly okay sharing things with him. R: So today in front of my class, I was using the projector to demonstrate something I was doing, and I was typing. I was supposed to type dart, and I typed fart.

a boy asked. "Dare," she answered confidently. "Sniff the armpit of the person on your right for 10 minutes," a girl dared. We all look to see a nerdy boy sitting on her right. He was wearing dark black glasses with lots of coconut oil on his hair. "No way," the girl shrieked. "Dare is a dare," Cora sang.