Dork Diaries Tales From A Not-so-fabulous Life Novels & Stories

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.

I wave him goodbye, he checks his noodle hair in the mirror and leaves. There is not much work. There is never much work. I sit in front of the laptop and check my F******k account. F******k is boring when you’re dating the prettiest girl there will ever be. I don’t want to, but I still end up doing what I’ve been avoiding since morning. I fetch the diary from my drawer and open it. RD.

Please as you read, be careful, the chapter contains, ràpe, sexual abuse, suicide, depression, strong languages, sexual content. Vicky's Diary Hi, it's Vicky, Victoria Stevens...... you may have heard my name. This is the story of my life at Halloway high, sit back and relax cause this may or may not hurt you a lot. It's tough to take in.

Diane’s POV My mum was not back from work at the time when I got back from school. I flung my back pack to one side and sank into the chair, breathing heavily while shutting my eyes tight and reminiscing in everything that happened in school. I got fucked by a girl, and not just any girl, the one and only Anna of the school. The one who always plays hard to get and flirts with every man in school. She fucked me better than I would have ever imagined or written.

Constantly falling off one of my shoulders, leaving it bare. Damon was sitting in a chair near the fireplace rotating a glass of wine in his hand. His long hair was mostly dry and unbound. So he took a bath himself. Although he resembled a barbarian with his thick stubble and disheveled clothes. It still was a pleasure to look at him. Reminding me of an ancient knight. On a table between the chairs were a few plates with food which looked delicious. My mouth watered. I forgot I ate just for breakfast. My stomach grumbled loudly.