Novel & Cerita Teenagers Diary

She opened it carefully, flipping past empty pages, old receipts, a dried flower—until she found what she was looking for. A photograph. Three girls. Leila. Herself. And her. The third girl. Vera’s fingers hovered over the image, unable to touch it. The air in the room seemed to shift, and she turned the page. A folded newspaper clipping slid out and fluttered to the floor. She picked it up. The headline hit her like it always did. BODY FOUND IN REMOTE FIELD — TEENAGER IDENTIFIED AFTER DAYS Her hands began to shake. She shoved the paper back into the diary, slammed it shut, and pushed it back into the trunk. Her breath came out sharply. She closed the lid and shoved the whole thing back bene

It was easy to spot her since they were having a sports day. "You only got me, unfortunately," I chuckled as I pulled out a diary book for her from my handbag. "This is for you." "What is it?" She asked as she took the diary. "I had one when I was your age. It helps to write down the chaos in your head and keep them inside the book. That way, things don't get into you very easily. I know how chaotic things get when you're 15." She gave me a brief hug again. "Thank you, Miss Darla."

I unlocked it and pulled it open. It was full of A5 diaries, in numerical order, starting from 1994. I opened the first one and it was filled with my handwriting. I began to read it. It began when I was fifteen years old and it described my first teenage relationship. I skipped forward and read the last few pages. It was filled with wolf laws, training with Malachi, stories about Karani, my mother.

Finally, I gave in and answered the phone. "I'm not coming to school today," I said, groaning, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible. "Haven't you seen the news on the school group chat?" Summer asked, her voice urgent. "You're trending, Alex!" I was suddenly wide awake, my confusion replaced by a jolt of panic. "What do you mean?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. "Your diary is everywhere on the school's group" she explained. "Someone posted it in the group chat, and it's going viral."

I took out a hair pin from my hair and picked the lock. “ What am I learning from these kids?” I sighed. Let's just say I picked it up from the twins, who knew it would come in handy? Opening the box, the diary was the first thing I spotted. I took it out and went through it which took longer than I thought and I was beginning to get bored as I wasn't seeing anything related to this. “ Hmmm, what's this?” I went back to the page I had flipped past. It was titled MY GREATEST REGRET and something about the title drew me in.

His hand moves to his lap, unzipping his shorts casually, like he’s just getting comfortable. I see his penis come out, already half-hard. He starts stroking it slowly, up and down. The tip gets shiny. I lean back on the bench, breasts still exposed, one hand lightly pinching my nipple. It feels good, the feeling of being exposed. A group of teenagers rides by on bikes, one looks twice and whispers to a friend. They don’t stop, but their attention excites us. Mike strokes faster now. His penis is fully hard, thick. I can’t handle it anymore.

Dear Diary, Let me introduce myself to you. I'm Alex. I'm 11-year-old. I'm sorry if you find me awkwardly just like everyone. I can't help it but I hope you'll listen. One of a kid here told me that you can be my best friend. She said you won't get irritated and will listen to all of my worries. I'm still not comfortable here. It's been a month when Sophie found me and brought me here. I have so much to talk, to say it out but I don't know where to start, I'm angry, I'm sad, I'm alone and I don't know what will happen now.

“Look what I dug up our teen diaries from that first summer here!” Betty’s eyes widened as I pulled out two worn notebooks. “Oh god, no. Don’t read those. I was such an angsty mess.” “Too late,” I teased, flipping one open. “‘Dear Diary, Daisy is so confident with her camera. Wish I could be like her. She makes this stepsister thing feel… nice. Safe. Maybe too safe?’ Hmm, interesting.” Betty snatched it, laughing embarrassedly. “Give that back! Yours probably says I was a boring bookworm who followed you around like a puppy.”

I'd rather write it down in a diary than share it with someone who can't even understand the words I tell. For seventeen years, I have kept this diary inside my old bag. Luckily, I didn't lose it. It's one of the things that I cherished the most. This diary make me feel like grandma was just beside me. As I opened it, I saw the letters I wrote since I was in elementary. Until I turn into a teenager, I still wrote in this diary.

But then she completed in the next breath. “I read it all…from your personal diary" She said the last words like a weight was lifted up her chest by telling the truth. "Personal Diary?" Ahn asked. The amusement leaving him completely 'What the hell am I? a 13 year old girl to have a personal Diary?' "Yes love yes. I know all about it. The depression you went through. The anxiety and fear of my rejection that you wrote about in your Dairy pages after pages" "Depression! Anxiety,! Fear of rejection!!" Ahn’s voice increasing after every word.