Dork Diaries Quiz Novels & Stories

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.

great. "Dianna! Truth or dare?" "Um.... dare. Kidding! Truth of course" "Ehh! Which one for real?" "Truth! Truth hehehe peace" "Hmmmm Dianna..." "Yeah?" "Who is your first kiss?" "Ehh? F~First kiss? Hmmm" Flashback '"cock a doodle doo~~ cock a doodle doo" What is that sound?! Shuush! "cock a doodle doo~~ cock a doodle doo~"

What a hideous handwriting. Derek Damilayo. SS3A. Yes, SS3A. He fitted into the dubbing category, but his case was different. While others depended on each other, he depended on the textbook he hid in his sweater; which he used to wear or he would roll paper in the biro he took to write the exam-or even a phone with a calculator cover. She knew all his styles, because she watched him. Not in a creepy stalker-ish way, but just frequent stares; kay maybe it was a little stalker-ish. He was just so cute when dumbfounded. So, why on earth would she want to spoil that?

╒══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╕ Truth or Dare STUDENT 13 - RUBY FRIDAYS Reveal the truth for the question: "Has another's pain, ever given you joy? Be totally honest." ╘══════════ •◦இ•◦ ══════════╛ Oh, what a... damn.

She was curious on whether Dawn was the one who came up “Do you accept?” “Only if I get the additional points, yes.” “Alright then.. Get a half sheet lengthwise paper.” Dawn prepared the paper. Everyone was excited to know the outcome of this dare. They couldn’t wait to see Dawn fail. They believed that she cheated on the quiz earlier. How could she get a score higher than those in the honor roll? “Let’s start..” Dawn nodded. With that, the teacher started dictating ten words. For every word she says, she would look at Dawn’s reaction.

What is written inside it? She did not sleep. She sat at her small desk with her laptop open and the cursor blinking in an empty search bar and thought about where you even begin when what you are looking for has no name and no shape and the only person who knows anything about it is a girl who tried to kill you four hours ago. She typed: dark journal occult. Deleted it. Typed: ancient journals with hidden locations. Deleted that too. She pushed back from the desk and pressed her palms flat on her knees and stared at the ceiling.

Today is April 1st popular my known as April fool, but I can't fool you, Diary. Often I have thrown around the idea that I might be homosexual. As is to be expected at my age, I was becoming very curious. I began my exploration by watching gay p**n and reading gay erotica. It got me off, but never as easy as heterosexual material did. Still, I kept going, often exploring my ass with lubed fingers, or a smooth object. I found that orgasms while stimulating my ass were fantastic. It was from this discovery that I formulated this fantasy. It involves a friend of Marcus.

Or at least, that's what she calls it inside her head. The diary was her final card to play. Fourteen years of ugly, embarrassing, obsessive truth. Let's see what a fox does with that. Professor Smith starts reading the first question. Troy blinks and looks down at her paper. Right. The test. For a few seconds, she stares blankly at the page before forcing herself to focus. Whatever disaster is currently unfolding inside Dorian Vanderbilt's head will have to wait. She needs to pass this class first. By the time the test ends, Troy's brain feels like mush. Students begin packing their bags and filing out of the lecture hall. Troy shoves her notebook into her backpack and follows them outside.

I took a seat, making sure that Russell was in the middle so that I wasn't too close to any of his friends. "Chelsea?" I looked over at the girl that called my name. I leant my head to the left, wondering who she was. "You must not remember me, of course not. But why should you? You are you and I am me." "I'm sorry, but can you please refresh my memory?" "Damion, college? No?" "No." "It was worth a try." "Harsh." One a Russell's friend said, but I ignored him. 'I mean, what is harsh about not remembering someone?'

I start to write, my hand moving quickly across the paper: "Dear Diary, I did it. I spent an entire day naked, and it was the most liberating experience of my life. I felt so free, so uninhibited. I did everything naked – watched TV, ate, cleaned the house, even danced around like a fool. And you know what? It was amazing. I felt sexy and powerful and alive. I know it sounds crazy, but I think I might do it again sometime. Maybe next weekend. Wish me luck!"