Novel & Cerita Example Of Short Diary

Why can't I remember anything? I put my index fingers on both sides of my head and slightly massage the corners of my head. What a horrible dream. I think to myself. I get out of bed, brush my teeth and grab my phone before heading downstairs. I start texting Kali. Me : I had a terrible dream last night. There was a girl who looked exactly like me except her eyes were completely black. Kali : You have an evil alter ego? Me : Very funny. Kali : I'll pick you up at 1p.m and you can tell me all about it.

Ethan's mind started warning him not to open her dairy but he did not listen to his mind and opened the dairy. When he opened the diary several photographs fell on the ground and all of them are his. Ethan opened the first page of the dairy and saw his picture was attached to it. Ethan looked at Eden then started reading the diary. Hey, Dairy, I am Eden Anderson. Oh, sorry. Not Anderson. I am Eden King now. I always used to think, only happy people write dairy to store their happy moments. But, sometimes you need to store sad moments in your life too. We need to store our mistakes too so we will not repeat them again.

If that is the case, this mission will be really easy for me and I can go back to the present in no time. I flipped the page of the diary and saw a calendar. It was date 1950 and there were three months printed on the page. I noticed a small note on the first month, it says, "you only have three months to fulfill. If you failed, you will be stuck there forever." My breathing suddenly stopped because of what I've read. I only have three months to make Henry and Sonia fell in love with each other. How will be that possible? You can't fall in love with someone that quick! This is insane!

When he got there it was almost late, he was the last to get in the car. He sat down beside a girl but paid little to no attention to her. He opened up his diary and started writing. "Is that a diary? I have one too." A soft girly voice asked it was the girl beside him. He looked up and she was in the same uniform as he was. She was so beautiful he couldn't make himself answer her question. He just kept staring with his mouth half-open. "Is something wrong with my uniform? I just got it. It's my first day, you see?" She said with a smile.

He thought it would inspire us to be outdoors. I worked on my essay fast. Writing was effortless for me. I practiced every day writing to Hunter. I took my diary with me to school today and decided to write on it again. I told him everything… from the way the guys attacked me, and how that boy from school came to my rescue.

smiling cutely. … Dear Diary, Something unusual happened today. Aside from going to the bar (I know that is very unusual for me), someone got my phone number for the first time! (Technically, that was not the first phone number request I've got. There were some people in the past asking for my phone number so they could include me in their prospective clients’ list or invite me to join their business.) This time someone got my phone number for real! It was so ecstatic! Is it really happening? How can a handsome man get phone number from a nobody like me? But of course, I am not expecting too much. Being noticed by a guy like Lance Mendez is already enough for me. I will never forget this day

he ignored my question and called the server. “Do you have anything spicy here?” “Um...like what?” “Never mind, Do you have French fries?” “Yes.” “I will bring it.” When the server left, he turned to me. “Then what’s that note? Any study stuffs.” “It’s my diary. I will write about myself and my daily life. But I don’t feel like writing it anymore” “Why?” he said without taking his eyes off me. “Cause nothing good happens in my life, so why should I have one. I want life to be happy, interesting with a little of passion, adventure, love which I never found.”

She was a breath of fresh air, honestly. I woke up early in the morning feeling like a train just mashed into me. I sighed and entered in to the bathroom. Today things were going to be different. First I needed to start with writing on that diary. After taking my bath and getting dressed. I had about ten minutes before going down stairs for dinner. Dear Diary I paused. This sounded so boring. I wanted to make my diary seem like my best friend, I had never owned one before but I was sure as hell not going to make it boring.

I grab the pen from my bag and open diary to write. 2022: Dear mom, Today I lost everything in my life. —Emma

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.