Teenagers Diary Novels & Stories

“Diary. . . “ “I’ve met a girl today. She’s very noisy and weird. Mom told me she and I can be friends, but I nah. I don’t need friends. I am contented of what I have right now. Friends can stab our back smoothly, leaving us scars. I told her to stop following me, but she wouldn’t listen. She keeps on telling me things I don’t care about. The things she likes, the color white as her favorite color, April eleven as her birthday. . . her favorite subject at school and her name. . . Avery. ” I was left dumbfounded. I almost dropped the notebook I was holding, already shaking and feeling too much headache. They were flashes of memories on my mind, too. I.. . I know this diary. . . this is not th

I finish. "Or wait. My car accident? Jia hijacked it and made it crash. Now the story ends. Fuck footages really. And also fuck this! I'm 16! I should be enjoying life! I should be at a party right now even though I HATE parties but anything anything ANYTHING but this! Instead of doing literally anything a normal high school kid does, my best friend dies, my parents and my siblings hate me! Another girl gets killed! I almost get killed! I get kidnapped! And now I'm in waaay over my head trying to solve murder cases and I shouldn't even be doing that, it's not MY job! How old am I?? I am a teenager, what the hell am I doing solving murder cases left and right?? I just...I just do it all becau

How could she not when she just ditched her best friend for a group of teenagers in her class. “No Leah is there, you wouldn’t need me. Anyways, you know how my parents are, they said I have to be home before four so our sneak out wasn’t going to happen without interruptions either ways.” Without a goodbye, he gently pushed her aside as he made his way away. His smile faded, a bitter look on his face. He saw Andrew’s father’s car stop near them as the guy she had ditched him for waved at her. Maybe it was their age gap. He thought. The younger they were, the more their gap showed. He was sixteen and she was fourteen. It was obvious she was going to like a guy her age, she was just a young te

Even though I may not fit your perfect description of a perfect teenager or a boy with a six pack and a broad chest, I bet I can easily fit into your world, but I will leave that for you to decide because I firmly believe that every human has a right to their own opinion. I live in a small town not too far from a big city called Port-Harcourt. It is a big city with a lot of modern hotels and buildings; the kind of place you would be willing to spend a few cash all in the name of getting to the peak of an extraordinary life you feel is enjoyment. Also, I go to a secondary school not too far away from my home. It is not really the kind of school that I wished for or hoped to attend, but it is

Or, it may be something that I can work with him on, to get him to accept just like when it happened with Asher and Dan, and maybe even enjoy, but I chose my diary instead of confessing to my husband. It was locked down, the boys and I were on a little break and the only cock I had in my hot pussy was David, my husband. I wanted to explore, but I couldn’t since I'd vowed to the boys that I belonged to them alone. Without the boys, I turned to my diary to pen down how I met my husband.

The anonymous writer had captured them, page by page. Her fingers trembled with curiosity. She turned the page. …. Diary Entry – Page One “Episode 1 – Her First Time with a Stranger” The cool night air kissed her skin as she stood outside the bar, her breath visible in the dim glow of the streetlamp. She watched him from a distance, his tall frame silhouetted against the flickering neon sign. He was older, his features sharp and weathered, a cigarette dangling casually from his lips as he lit it with a flick of his wrist.

The diary glowed fiercely like a bright light. I picked it up and the light disappeared, the diary felt warm. Maybe it is because it has been underneath my pillow for a while. I opened up the diary and to my delight, the next page could open. I flipped the page, eager to read what was written in here. “I’m excited to be in Majesty Academy. It is such a beautiful place to be. I’ve made friends, the pretty twins. They can be really mean but they are nice to me. They tell me I look like their younger sister. It feels nice to be loved by the cool girls and I’ll do anything to remain in their clique.

Unbeknownst to me, as soon as I rolled up my skirt, my p@nty exploded, and two fingers dug deep into my honeypot. You can call me Alexandra Williams. However, most people just call me Lexi because it's quick and simple. This name is also very appealing to me. My parents passed away when I was twelve. Since then, I've been staying with Vanessa, a friend of my mother's who was a pastor's wife. My little sister is actually not that small. given that I am currently 21 and she is 18. She attends the University of Miami, but after completing my college coursework at the age of 17, I decided to drop out of school.

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

LESLIE’S JOURNAL ENTRIES 001 ******* Dear Diary, Scratch that. Dear Journal? Well, you’re sort of pink, handmade and gotten from the roadside stall of a little girl working on some class project so maybe you're really a diary. However, I am going to pretend this is a journal and this is the beginning of me journaling my new life in a new city. I read somewhere online that it’s a therapeutic practice. For me, it’s an escape. The only way I can express myself in a world where I feel more alone than I have ever been.