Teenagers Diary Novels & Stories

Breath hanging as i read the words; “Day 2; I met a sad boy, dear diary. A sad boy who doesn’t cry.” Doesn’t cry? A sad boy who doesn’- The room tilted for a second then. The air suddenly thick as a memory flowed in like water. My vision blurring slightly. “Why don’t you keep a diary?” His voice echoed, “You can use it to say whatever you don’t want to tell anyone. It’ll be your own secret.” I stared at him, face unclear. A young boy, A younger me. Cheeks wet with tears.

She hanged the call and I dropped the phone, my heart elated. I was super happy and excited and went back to my diary, opening up a new page and writing on it. Dear Diary, Today I had sex-with a girl and it was one of the best things ever… I wrote down every single detail of how I felt, the times I cummed and the nasty words that I moaned out loud while she stroked my body on all mannerisms. Yours truly,Diane. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was done and laid back on the couch, still naked.

"June 4th. The teacher neglected me again during training today. Only I failed the assessment among fifty students. I hid in the corner and cried. Then, I met a good-looking older boy. He even comforted me. I have to work harder! Miley, Cheer up! I must never give up!" Miley instantly blushed. She remembered that she did have a diary before, but it disappeared afterwards. She just assumed that she had left it at the Andrew family's house. She learned that all the things she left behind had already been taken care of when she wanted to go back to get them. Thus, she decided to just let it be. Although she did not remember what she had written before, it seemed like... she liked to call hersel

"Dear diary, today when I was showering , I noticed a few hair strands growing around my-" "Stop please!" As expected , the skinny kid jumped on me in an attempt to grab his book from the boy behind me , his efforts proving futile seeing as I was twice his size.The crowd begun to swell around us, laughter rippling throughout the amused students as Nico read out loud the embarrassing secrets in that particular page whilst I held the kid back, his tiny weak hands slamming against my chest in what could best be described as kid punches. Tyson lends a hand as we both held the volatile kid from ruining this morning's announcement from this kid's diary. Still doubling back in laughter ,a loud shou

“Well, ever since I was little, I already discovered my love for writing. The thing that influenced me the most was my diary that I hid under my bed. I would write things that happened to me all throughout the day and make a story out of it in my mind. My imagination during my teenage years was remarkable so most of the things I write today was a part of my teenage creativities or ideas.” “So, what do you normally write on your diary?” She suddenly asked that made me feel flustered. “If you don’t mind me asking.” “Uhm… normal stuff.” I feebly answered. A sly smile slowly formed on her lips. “It’s about your crush, isn’t it?” I timidly look away and heard her laugh. The crowd joined and tease

Whitmore stands gaping at my diary. "Oh, wow! I didn't know you were a fan of Miss.OG, Ms. Sanders." He said turning the pages and reading my oh-so-difficulty collected handiwork. I sighed in relief. Good, the jerk hasn't figured it out yet. So I decided to play along. "Yes Sir. I'm a really big fan of hers. Well, you know hormonal teenagers, exam and college stress and all that..." I trailed off, laughing nervously. He frowned, thinking. And I took the opportunity to grab a hold of my diary and make a run for it. I snatched the diary from his hands and turned tail.

But the notification preview was visible before I could turn the screen over and the name on it made my stomach drop straight through the floor. It was the academy's official student forum account. And beneath it, already with forty-seven reactions in the thirty seconds it had been live, was the first page of my diary. Posted for the entire academy to read. I couldn't move. It read, 'I am sure everyone has heard of this popular diary. The real person behind these unhinged confessions is none other than Cassie Hale.'

Dear Diary, Hi. It's Gabriella. This is the first time I've kept a diary so excuse me if this turns out awkward. I decided to write because something weird happened to me last week - until now actually - and I badly needed someone to confide in since I don't have any friends.

The teenage boy then opened a new page, took a deep breath, and began to write enthusiastically. "Dear diary, today was one of my best days. I spent time with Stefany, the girl who is always on my mind. She is so kind, warm, and cheerful. Even Grandpa and Grandma were very happy to meet her," Daniel wrote, smiling as he imagined Stefany's shy face as she was warmly welcomed by his family. After writing a few lines about that beautiful afternoon, Daniel added a small drawing of Stefany with a pencil. He really couldn't wait for the next morning to meet Stefany again at school.

I think I need to buy more because what is happening is so exciting for me. In just one day, I use two pages just to tell what happened in my day and how I narrate about what happened when I killed one of my classmates. My diary is literally my friend. He knows a lot about me rathe than a person who doesn’t know even a single fact about me. Even my family does not know the real me. Dear Diary,