The Freedom Writers Diary Original Book Novels & Stories

THIRD-PERSON P.O.V That night Freeda found out she was free and decided to leave the next morning. She also wanted to give farewell to the siblings first, even though the siblings had done something wrong to her, she also wanted to thank them because they did not abandon her. Flynn, on the other hand, told Freeda that he would sleep in his room tonight. "Sleep well, my love," Flynn said and walked away and Freeda just sighed as she seated on her bed. It wasn't a problem for Freeda that Flynn wanted to be alone, but she didn't notice the sadness that Flynn felt because of the sheer joy she felt. Freeda just lay down on her bed with a smile on her lips. She took the diary from the table and to

I don't want Lucian, and I don't want anyone to decide how a white wolf like me should live. Now, I finally did it. I didn't become someone else's mirror image. I didn't stay trapped in a story written for me. I followed the wind into a life I chose. The wind proved that freedom wasn't losing the ability to love. In fact, it was the exact opposite. It was becoming yourself first and then still finding the courage to give your love away.

I think the time our friendship really started was after I learned most of the language. We started talking in Japanese instead of English. On rainy days we'd have lessons in his room when his Mom wasn't home. Those days unnerved me the most for some reason. Being in the open vs a closed-off space, even if we were sitting in the normal spots something felt weird. The sound of his writing made me anxious. The hums he made when I made a mistake threw me off. The leaning over my shoulder even when I wasn't writing anything and thinking made me self-conscious, I was on my period so what if he could smell the blood?!

Turning around, I thought I saw Felix—back in his old school uniform, smiling at me the way he used to. Startled, I blinked as he seemed to walk slowly toward me, holding a photograph—one of me in a school uniform, leaning against his chest, smiling bright and carefree. I remembered that day clearly. We had just graduated, and a classmate wanted a photo but didn't know how we should pose. Felix had simply pulled me into his arms, and the camera had caught that perfect moment. Now, he looked at me with pleading eyes. "Will you stay?" I met his gaze, and memories flooded my mind—but most were bitter. I remembered the ridicule, the humiliation, the cruelty. All the names they called me—cheap gi

Six Long Years Later Only two more excrutiating weeks and this year from hell will be over. Mentally scarred and physically exhausted I am looking forward to summer break with more relief than excitement. I have never minded the scholastic portion of my day, I still approach learning new subjects as a challenge that I must conquer. The day to day social aspects have worn my already fragile confidence into shreds, similar to the wrapping paper on the biggest box at Christmas. In just over three hundred hours I will have three months of much antisipated freedom from the torment that came packaged in the sturdy form of Dalya.

*Brief Introduction. *Book name: Dynamic Diary of Tee. *Author name: Omah Susan. *Dedication This book is dedicated to all my loyal fans so far who had in one way or the other encouraged me. *AL RIGHTS RESERVED ® No part of this book should be republished or uploaded in any other website nor app without the author's consent. Be warned. This story is partially a true life story as it is a book. Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues.

for the entire year, I still snuck granola bars into his desk when he wasn't looking. Now, I sit here at my work desk, waiting for Nancy to come in and ask what I am doing. Usually it wouldn’t bother me because I would simply answer, “doing my work”, but today I am sitting in front of an empty white piece of paper wondering how personal I should get in my next letter reply to Joel. On one hand, it would feel so freeing to finally open up and be able to be myself without judgment but on the other hand, how much can I really trust a prisoner, a felon who’s been locked away for years. But then again, how much can I really trust anyone these days. Maybe the fact that he has been locked away wou

“I know you’re curious, anyone would be. You absolutely want to know who the person you’re eating from is. But you have to trust me that he is completely safe to be around and would do no harm. If he wanted to tell you, he would have already and it’s not my business to interpret and do so myself so don’t expect me to say anything. I will take all of my friends’ secrets to grave if they want it to stay that way.” They both grew silent as they stared into each other’s eyes. He held so many feelings in his eyes. He reminded her of a book she read called No Matter What. The main character was called Tim. Tim held the secrets of all of his friends, yet no one knew about any. He would go as far as

Judy was scared. She knew Lawson could do it, so she covered Samson's mouth and did not have the courage to let him continue. She feared she might not even be able to keep the life she had now. After Judy left with the pup, the scandal spread through the pack. The Beta, who had never been very loyal to Lawson to begin with, started using it to win over other warriors. Lawson waited at the church for an entire day. I did not appear. That day was enough to break him down and make him fully realize I had truly left.

I fought back with all my might, my eyes burning with tears. That memory was the hardest for me to talk about. I was the one who got hurt. I was the one who felt the most pain. However, none of them would help me. They did not believe that it happened to me. Only a stranger sent me a text, telling me to stay strong. I never thought they would learn the truth, but Shane showed them everything. The voices from the phone kept playing, and Patrick, in a rage, smashed the phone to bits. Jim and Calvin just stood there, stunned and white as ghosts.