Matilda Diaries Novels & Stories

Gaia rounded out nicely in all the best ways. Matilda was razzed for having what her own cousins called an old, white, grandma’s name. It was an odd choice for her parents who were African American and Puerto Rican. They named her after a great grandmother on her black father’s side, who lived in the 1920s, named Matilda. Matty is what they’d called her great grandmother for short. In addition to being teased at home, Mads was made fun of at school. The experience gave her tough skin, and her “take no shit” attitude.

With clenched fists, she asked, “How on earth were they able to get it? Did you forget it at school?” "No. I'm certain that I didn't. I always put my diary in my backpack, and I am sure one of the females took it out. I suspect Matilda. Gosh! I am doing my best to avoid her, but she keeps crossing the boundary and stepping on my toes. I believe everyone read my diary, Bonnie. Because when I walked into the classroom this morning, they all gave me an awkward mocking glare. Matilda revealed that my diary was with them, and I had a glance of it while with Gerald."

Chapter 1 Matilda POV Pim pim pim pim the machine sound woke me up I opened my eye slowly am at the hospital of course,I smiled "he's finally gonna marry me he's going to divorce sara for me I'm so happy" Oops I forget to introduce myself am Matilda Frances,my papa is the CEO of frances co limited,am his only child his princess,he loves me so oo much he can give me heaven and earth just to make sure am ok,my life was perfect not until my 18th birthday,I got a step mom and a stepsister.

FLASHBACK ENDED ******************************************** FROM PENCILS TO YOU What do you think Lila got to know that Matilda didn't know or knew and ignored? Let me know what you think.

Guess not everyone around Clement thought like him. I liked his comment The next day, Madison took down the video. Later, I got a call from Clement. "Are you out of your mind? Madison's just a college girl who hasn't even graduated. You seriously went after her online? What is wrong with you? Are you trying to make sure I never take you back?

Ophelia still holds that strange smile on hers, when she replied, "Alright." Charlotte and I went outside the room. "Can you lead us to a more, close space?" She asked, and so did I follow. "Alright," we went to the storage room where food was being stored. "So .. what is it that my baby wants to say?" I asked, embracing her. Charlotte pouted before she could confess, "Damien… can you be cautious when talking to mother? I don't want her to know about—Hmph." I immediately buried my lips against her, savoring her tongue.

Description Diana is a seventeen year old introverted high schooler in Fort Fairfield, Aroostook county. She live with her mother, Juliet and her little brother, Cole. The story begins with a set of unusual activities after Diana’s birthday leading to the discovery of her magical powers. She is the last white flasher and the only person who can fight against the evil that is eating up the very fabric of the world of magic.

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.

Matilda, and the girls, strode into the living room. They just got back from school, but none of them was happy. "Freshen up, and come have lunch, don't stay long or sleep off." Matilda announced, but none of them responded. "Grandma, did Daddy come over after we left for school?" Zarah asked, and she halt. Matilda knits her brow's. 'Why would he come over when he knows they went to school' She thought.

I inquired, and Matilda pointed to the object on the table. I peered at what seemed to be a small purse, but when I lifted it up, I realized that it was a diary—made in such a way that its true purpose was hidden in plain sight. “What is this?” I asked, trying to find the point at which the diary—or purse, or whatever it was—opened. “A diary. Your mother’s diary. While the folder contains information about her that I’ve managed to unearth, that diary is proof that there’s more to Mirela than meets the eye,” came the reply, and I arched an eyebrow.