Teenagers Diary Novels & Stories

That means it's fresh and with new information. I may sound like an intruder but I really want to see what has she written in her diary. I have been through this phase a long time ago. So, I somehow know what must have been running through this fifteen year old girl's mind right now. I grab her diary and fall down in the bed against my back and lift the diary above my face. "God! I saw him again today. He was like some superheroes who saves the damsel in distress. Well! He didn't help me but helping that poor guy who is being bullied everyday instead of me is ...," I stop with her voice.

and I can't help myself. **** We read through his diary or whatever he called it. And learnt some shocking details. Russell was sick and the entries that he had written down were all about me and those killed. Where he made it seem as if we were dating, and part take in some very detailed activities. He went as far as making it out as if I was the one that was crazy and stalking him. "We should get rid of these." Felix said. "Wait." I took the book from him and read something that caught my eye, then laughed.

How should I start writing. "Hey Diary, Here comes another day of my so-called Regular Boring College Life. Or I shouldn't say it boring as it was full of nonsense. All the people I know here, are shitty. But, all this nonsense can't help me forget about my Unknown Hero. How can I forget him? He has something super natural in him.

“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.