The Freedom Writers Diary Original Book Novels & Stories

Sera’s P.O.V I divorced Mark. The moment I received the divorce certificate, I let out a long sigh of relief. Mark looked a little dazed as if he wanted to say something to me, but I ignored him and brushed past without a word. At that moment, I was free. Free from following his orders. Free from rushing home every evening to prepare his favorite dinner. I once pretended to live a happy life, but maintaining that happiness was solely my effort—an effort he took for granted. He never learned to cherish it.

Dear Diary, My first day at college did not go as expected to say the least. My roommate is a little odd, I mean she literally has barely said two words to me. Her name is Annabelle and I think she's like a pre-law major or some shit. Classes haven't even started and I haven't seen her take her eyes off the thick ass textbooks she already bought. I had tried multiple times to start a decent conversation but she seemed less than interested.

Like You gave me mine. Dear Diary, Thank you for accompanying me this far. Thank you for being willing to accept all my complaints. And thank you for accompanying the lonely years of my life. (You can read Abigail's story in the book titled "Wedding Agreement")

"You can call me Ida from now on, Noah. Or you can call me Ms. Ida, but don't call me 'Madam' again. I'm just here to finalize my divorce with Charlie today." Noah looked distressed. He did not say whether he agreed to it and merely kept urging me to go to Charlie's office. It was the same corridors, but I felt completely different. Even the company employees no longer whispered when they saw me. Instead, they all looked respectful. The change made me uneasy as I quickened my pace before pushing open the door and entering Charlie's office. Charlie was reading some documents. When he heard the door, he looked up and smiled at me. "You're here? Have a seat. Noah, bring a cup of coffee and a gl

Amelia's POV And there I was, hanging out in the darkness of the library. I really closed all the curtains fully so nobody could sneak a peek. My heart was pounding violently as Theo, one of the boys working here, closed the door. The tight uniform suited his body structure and showed his wide shoulders. He stared right at me, like I was starving him. I suddenly started pulling my skirt up slowly. I was feeling super tight in my corset that made me gasp for air, squeezing all the air out.

Dear Diary, It's been a few days since I last wrote to you. Nothing special happens on my day so I can't tell you anything. Only now can I write to you again because what happened to me last night was so good and satisfying. I killed Rhiza even though she did not do anything bad to me. Maybe I was angry with her for what her girlfriend Clarisse did to me. I promised myself that Clarisse will be the one I will kill next so that they will be together in hell after all, that's where they belong. We will also meet there but it will be a long time before I die. I will just kill my classmates first because they deserve it.