My Mad Fat Diary Book Novels & Stories

Madison said. “Quite exciting,” Betty said. “To be honest, I do feel like a freak” Madison said thoughtfully. “We are not freaking, we are gifted,” Betty said. All three of them laughed. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-* After dinner, Madison sat in her dorm room, thinking about the past events. So much had happened during the past few hours. She looked at the book with determination. She decided she was going to face her fears. She opened the book. “April G! Speak to me,” She heard the hissing sound. It was Zai.

Those thoughts filled her mind. So today, she would finally do something about it. She had bought a brand new diary from the store. It was a special one. With leather on it and a strange P monogrammed on the cover. It was far fancier than anything the Dollar Tree should be selling. Finding it was a score that had Kristen grinning. She was enamored with her new diary. She was eager to get started on it. The diary was thick, too. She could write so many of her naughty ideas in them.

We arrive to a very pretty coffee shop named Beehive, with an even bigger bookstore next to it. "Wait! This is Dean's bookstore," I gasp when my two functioning brain cells finally connect. Madison nods and takes a seat at one of the little tables outside, "Wait, wait, let me take a look." I walk to the bookstore and look in wonder, it's even bigger and fancier than he described. I don't walk into the bookstore, I just look from the outside like a creep. I can see big posters of a Tundra Magazine, one of them is a huge poster of my mom looking like a goodess, with her blonde hair blowing and her white gown looking like it was painted onto her body.

Feeling a bit tired from all the overthinking and hauling old books all morning. "I'm telling you, it will be Vivienne Skye Harper matched to Finn Yamada," Madi said, trying to cheer me up and patting my back, before standing up. "Come on, future Mrs Yamada, we have books to sell," she said, arms outstretched. I sighed loudly and let her pull me up.

The last thing I want is for Samantha to walk in on me sneaking through her stuff; she already has trust issues as it is. My eyes catch on a notebook; it looks like a diary. It has the inscription, Dark stories by twisted minds, do not open. I pick the book up, my curiosity instantly piqued. I rise from my squatting position to sit on the edge of the bed. I flip through the pages to see how many there are, and it's well gone, over 500 pages. I should drop the book out of the room the same way I worked out, but I can't.

my head is still filled with this insane images and I didn't need some boy problems now the locker room was empty when I got there, perfect just what I needed , silence. I sat down slowly, my hands trembling slightly as I opened my bag. the diary was still there, staring at the cover, the bright colors, the stickers filled it front and back, the pink, purple, blue, white, red, all the fucking colors you can think of, it was her, literally and metaphorically her, it was supposed to be filled with adventures and names of friends but instead it corrupted with one persons name, it's so sickening how someone turned something so bright to something so dark, my hands tightens around the book , tear

Elena entered her room without knocking. "You bitch!" A dark and fuming mad Elena banged the door open. "What the heck is your problem?" she burst out angrily. "Ugly witch, an evil villain, is that what you call me you stupid dumb ass? You are a real bitch!" Being stunned with her revelation, she felt aghast when she saw Elena clinging to her precious diary. Sudden coldness and different mixed emotions rushed into her. Anxiety and greatest fear struck her. Her ultimate secret has finally been revealed. She can't able to speak any words, seems like she had swallowed her tongue at the moment. But how does Elena had her diary?

I walk in through the entrance and I am greeted by the noisy faulty light bulb–like those in horror movies- which has been faulty since we moved in. After one step, in a blur, I am already on the third floor. I stop at the start of the stair when I set my eyes on little Maddie sitting at the top writing in her book. "Hey Maddie," I smile. I can hear faint voices coming from her apartment. Her parents are having a fight again. I hate them. "Audrey," she looks up from her book with the brightest smile on her face. "What are you doing there?" I ask, looking into her book.

Patrick is helping Lilly serve the girls their plates as Damian has taken the opportunity to wrap long bibs around their necks. “I’m not a baby Day.” Madisyn protests her brother’s efforts to keep her clothes clean. “It’s barbecue chicken Maddie. You always make a mess with anything that has sauce on it.” He explains with a chuckle as she flops down into her chair. Her pout completely disappears once her plate with a barbecue leg, green beans roasted with bacon, mashed potatoes with gravy and buttered cornbread is set in front of her. Madilyn’s plate follows just seconds behind hers.

The fact that there are many books in this library, I can say that he just randomly asked books to fill this place… “D. M" Hmm? That is the letter that is written in every last part of the page. It was cursive. “Should I… read this?” I was hesitant whether or not I should read this journal bit then… I find it hard to put it back. It was as if some force is telling me to read it. “Alright…” Madison, bring it on! Let’s read this book! The front page was a purely simple note for the title. There was no acknowledgment or any author's note.