Just Another Day Book Novels & Stories

As always, that's a story of another day. … A/N : This chapter was fun to write! I hope you found it interesting too!

On Christmas Day, my parents decided to add my sister Chloe's name to the family trust. As the lawyer prepared the documents, he glanced at me. "And this young lady? Should she be included as well?" My mother waved a hand dismissively. "No need. She's just a foster child." Ever since Chloe was brought back home, I—their biological daughter—had become the outsider. All because Chloe insisted she was the only daughter in the family. If anyone so much as mentioned that I was blood-related, she'd have a PTSD episode—screaming, crying, the whole breakdown. Eventually, everyone just accepted it: "The Haper family only has one real daughter. The other one's a foster kid." At first, I tried to

It looks like Naazwa wrote it with her own hands. "You can check this book whenever you feel down because I write down whatever it is that will help myself when I feel like I can't move again. There are moment when you feel like you have no one in the world. You will feel like you're the only struggling in the world all by yourself. Though there are so many people around you, with you, you still have that lonely feeling when you lie down on the bed. Silently, you'll start wishing for a shoulder to cry and that is not because you are sad or depressed, you just feel like you can't hold onto the world. Sometimes you will feel like the world is against for even with your friends and family you'd

Dear Diary Day 1 Today is officially my first day here after a rough start yesterday. I decided that if I was going to get the best of this world, I might as well have a do over. Alot of strange things and occurrence have happened since I woke up yesterday but the best and most surprising of them all was the fact that Danny was alive and right in front of me. I mean, I could feel her, hear her, touch her and even smell her, it all seems like a dream, given the fact that I had lost Danny forever.

This is the price I paid just to come back and see you because I am truly dead. As bottle after bottle of strong liquor washed over my wounds until my flesh turned pale and raw, I shivered from the excruciating pain. Yet, the onlookers watching showed no sympathy at all as they continued to mock me. “Hey, Greg. I heard high-proof alcohol catches fire instantly. Why don’t we try it out on her?” “Since she’s already rotting away like this, if she actually catches fire, wouldn’t it just burn all those nasty germs away?”

Day 3: The book was done. I thought it would take me longer than that to read it. But since I didn’t have anything else to do, I read it quickly. And it wasn’t even very good. At least I didn’t have eggs today, though. They brought me some fruit. Kiwi, which I detest and I’m borderline allergic to, but it was nice to have something other than eggs. Day 4, 5: Eggs. No more eggs. I couldn’t eat any more eggs.

When I woke up, a text from Milton was waiting. [My mom is sick. Come to the house.] Milton was a moron, but his mom, Margaret Woodard, had always treated me like her own. Our parents were friends. Mine died young, and his parents took me in. Their care for me was real. But that text? It wasn't Milton's style. He never used punctuation. This had to be Cheryl, meddling with his phone and setting a trap, but I went anyway. At the Woodard Mansion, the door swung open, and a bucket of ice-cold water doused me from head to toe.

Now, Mom staggered into the place where I'd drawn my last breath, feeling her legs give out beneath her. She collapsed to her knees and pressed her hand over her mouth, spilling tears over the floor. Bewildered, I stared at her tear-stricken face. The smallest scratch on Leo could make her cry in distress, but this was the first time I'd ever seen her weep for me. Taking a deep breath, Dad calmly slipped on gloves and picked up the diary on the table with a blood-speckled cover. When he flipped it open, his eyes widened in disbelief.

Smiling faintly, he teased, "What kind of novel got you that worked up?" Heather met his gaze evenly. "It's about a couple everyone envies. But the man cheats on the woman when their relationship is tested by time. He wants to have both but ends up losing everything. Mitchell… would you ever be like him?" Mitchell's hand trembled slightly before he quickly steadied it. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he murmured, "Novels aren't real. No one could ever come between us. I'd never fall for someone else, Heather. You have to trust in my love for you."

Mom asked tentatively, "Mr. Jarrell, are those IOUs really that important? How much money are we talking about anyway?" Mr. Jarrell replied, "Not much. It's around 1.7 million dollars. Pocket change, really." Mom's eyebrows twitched, but she forced out a reply. "Oh… Well, of course, that's nothing to someone like you. So, do you think you could maybe give us a couple extra days?"