Novel & Cerita Note Book Buku Kecil

Thursday brings the larger notebook. It arrives by post, a proper package, carefully wrapped, the specific care of someone who ordered something important and wanted it to arrive intact. Théo opens it at the communal table after breakfast with the focused attention he gives all things that matter, removing the wrapping without tearing it, which is a habit that Celeste told me he has had since childhood and which she considers evidence of a temperament that respects the effort behind things. The notebook is dark green, larger than the previous ones, with a heavier cover and pages that are thick enough to absorb both ink and pressure without bleeding through. He opens it. He runs his hand acro

Shelves lined with notebooks in every size, pens in neat rows, and blank journals stacked by the window. I moved to the notebooks and picked one up. "Too big," Duke said. I put it back. Found a smaller one—plain cover, nothing fancy, easy to carry in a pocket or a bag. I flipped it open. Blank pages, lined, the kind that didn't demand anything from you until you were ready. "That one," Duke said.

Inside were only ordinary office supplies. Pens. Paper clips. Old notebooks. Nothing important. Samantha sighed quietly. "I don't think there's anything useful left." Phillip didn't answer. His eyes remained fixed on the desk. "I remember..." He murmured. "Charles always kept one notebook." Aizen looked up. "A notebook?" Phillip nodded. "Black leather." "He carried it everywhere." "He never trusted computers for important notes." Ella immediately searched the drawer again. Nothing. The notebook wasn't there.

I looked at the stack. There were perhaps thirty books. Board books at the bottom, the thick-paged kind for very small hands, and picture books above them, and a few that were slightly longer, slightly older, the kind that would take more than one sitting but were not yet chapter books. He had covered a range. He had thought about the range. There was a note on top, written on a small card in his handwriting, which was exact and slightly compressed, the handwriting of someone who had trained their hand for precision.

They looked like a happy family from the smiles, what I found memorize about the picture is that the girl hair was a gray color. I started looking around the office seeing the faded colors on the walls, then I started looking into the desk draws. When the last drawer was open, I saw papers was on top. I pull them out and placed them on the table, when I got to the last paper, I discover there was a black notebook, I pull it out and notice that it was thick and a little heavy. I place it on the table, I open it up to the first page I could not believe my eyes as I stare the words in the book.

This office that has always felt safe now felt like a crime scene. My fingers drifted across the bookshelf, across the neat rows of accounting textbooks. I stopped when I noticed there was no dust on one part of the shelf. Something roughly the size of a notebook has been sitting there. Dad kept dozens of notebooks because he always wrote down everything. Meeting notes, ideas, random thoughts. He always trusted paper more than computers. Then why is one missing? Someone must have removed that notebook. The question is, who?

Aubrey seemed to notice my attitude and my haste, and he asked, “What's wrong with you? Dropped something?" “As a small notebook, it is not too small, it is very comfortable to hold. That's right, the notebook where you and I first met, you bumped into me, did you see it somewhere near me? That thing is very important to me.” “So it's that old notebook, you must have dropped it when you fought that first year monster. I see that notebook is worn out, looks like it's about to tear, but you still keep it? What a nostalgic thing,” said Aubrey, the boy's hands raised above his head, the gesture infuriatingly eye-catching.

I get up from the couch, and my gaze darts on the thing lying on the armchair. It's Prince's notebook. Wondering if it's something important that he forgot to bring, I walk closer to it. I feel guilty for looking into other people's stuff, but there's something urgent kicking inside me. I take the book and flip through the pages. Then my eyes widen. It's all about the presentation to get into the internship. He's written the notes here and there. The important points, the conclusions and what he has to say to convince the company.

This must be it! I widened my eyes and excitedly pulled out my hand which is now sprinkled with specks of dust and saw a shiny purple notebook with a small padlock. I lifted my other hand who was holding the small key and tried to brush the clouds of dust above the notebook before inserting the small key which perfectly fits in the lock and suddenly-- *click* The notebook opened. ~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~ A/N: Please bear with my story for a while. It may be a little boring for now because it's all storytelling but these parts will be crucial for the next chapters. Keep reading and I won't let you down! =)

I guess I could get a good enough view of her there… Oh gosh, Anya, that’s so gross. I just shake off the thought and decide to unroll the bag. As I do so, I stumble upon something. I look below me and near my right knee is Sadie’s notebook, slightly ajar. I took them and lay them on the side so I could straighten the sleeping bag. After that, I went back to my place, taking the notebook with me. It is a medium-sized hardbound notebook. It is coated in black but there are a few statements written in what seems like a cut-out white paper taped on the hardbound. Some words have exclamation points, question marks, swear words written in all uppercase, and other words like Shh!, Quiet! It’s Not