Teenagers Diary Mga Nobela at Kwento

My first memoir in a new diary. My old diary was filled with stories and stories of girls I've fucked and turned but after this incident that happened on 23/4/2027 I had to start a new diary. So... I was angry that mum was remarrying. I really hate the thought that she couldn't keep her pussy at check after dad's death and jumped into another man's arms. However, she kept reassuring me that it's going to be fine but I hate it as hell.

But, The ones above were harder to reach, forcing me to stretch, my fingers roaming blindly across the upper shelves. Suddenly, something solid brushed against my fingertips. Frowning, I pulled it free. It fell to the floor with a soft thud. A black diary falls right at my feet. Frowning, I picked it up out of curiosity. Its leather cover was worn, its pages yellowed with age. My heart skipped as I picked it up, and curiously opened to the first page... A date stared back at me— it was 27th August, 2005. “A twenty year old diary in the bathroom cabinet? What the hell?”

"Please. Roman, give it back." He ignored me and turned to another page, his expression unreadable. My diary was the only place safe enough to bleed out the raw truth. No one could know exactly how, at sixteen, I was already drowning in feelings too big for my age and far too twisted to admit. Like a stupid little girl, I let my heart spill on those pages, thinking they were safe and now the object of my affections was reading them. “Roman…” I whispered, unsure whether I wanted to beg him not to see it or to tell him to leave. But it was too late.

But now, he cared about none of that. My heart was a mix of emotions. “Do you want to wait for him?” Trevor asked, feigning indifference, though his fingers clenched the steering wheel with visible tension. I stared at the envelope in my hand. "I'm not waiting anymore." Inside the envelope was a diary. In the diary was a photo of a young short-haired girl. It was a photo of me. It was when my mom had gone mad, and my dad was ill. I went to school alone, afraid to interact with my classmates so I kept to myself.

“I’ve never been treated this way before. Haris always treated me like a princess. Only he could be that sweet to me. He would always wait for me and pick me up after school. Every day with him felt like a dream. I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again after our graduation camp. Honestly, I’m scared of losing him.” The handwriting was so pretty—just like any teenage girl’s diary. Cassandra flipped through the next pages… and her eyes widened in shock when she stumbled on something that completely took her by surprise.

It was from eight years ago. “Dear Diary, I'm Cindy, I'm seventeen years old, and this marks my first day staying clean and sober. Finally kicked that addiction, and I'm over the moon. I have no friends to share this little triumph with, except for Bianca and Scott. Figured pouring it onto these pages might ease some of the excitement."

Flopping down on my bed, atop the huge bound of fluffy blankets in a myriad of shades of pink and purple, I pulled out my old diary and stared at the first page. Under the date, which was marked ten years ago, my handwriting stared back at me. It was less refined than it was now, but still loopy and curling and every i was dotted with a heart. Dear Diary, Today was mine and Rhi’s first day at the pack school. It was super scary but super fun! Someone tried to laugh at me for being an Omega, but Rhi punched them! Then we sat with the other Omegas at lunchtime and I met a boy. He’s two years older than me, but he’s soooo handsome.

(Y'all might be wondering why he's about to freak? Well, in the young master's mental diary which was gotten through traumatic experiences; School = Crazy teen girls = endless flirting = infinite love notes in his locker, bag pack, windshield and even his homework! Which equalled projects = crowds milling around = questions = Speaking = ending up in the locker room to puke! Jeffrey noticed his best friend's pale face and faraway, stricken gaze. He snapped his fingers across it worriedly. "Man, you okay?" Arian scowled at him in response.

{About who and what I am, or was if I am dead, oh baby girl. "Mom? Who are you?" {About his world and my world. Oh, baby girl, I wanted you to experience as much of an everyday life as I could have given you. I know it was not much. Please forgive me. There is a diary with all the details of your Father's and my relationship, a picture of your Father, and behind it is his name and contact info should you decide you would like to meet him.