Novel & Cerita Diary Buku

Dear Diary, I’ve decided to keep a book recording all my days here at High Hill, should make pleasant reading in the future! Well, let’s start with the basics. I’m Gabriel; surname’s irrelevant as I’d rather not link myself to my parents. I’m 15; average height, wavy mousey brown hair, hazel brown eyes, and I’ve just arrived on my first day here. My parents sent me here because apparently public school isn’t good enough for me. But the reason they don’t know is that my parents would rather not have a son like me around them, snobbish twats. I’m just not good enough for them because I’m gay... Oh yes, did I not mention, I’m gay...and single... and full of a house with lots of boys in it. Oh b

Dear Diary, Hi. It's Gabriella. This is the first time I've kept a diary so excuse me if this turns out awkward. I decided to write because something weird happened to me last week - until now actually - and I badly needed someone to confide in since I don't have any friends.

My mouthwatering from the site. Walking back over to me, Angela hands me the book. It was black. Soft leather with nothing on the cover to signal what it was. Explaining to me that it was a diary. Before explaining to me that I should write down everything that goes on with me, so I don't have to bottle up my feelings.

she asks, looking at Occisor. "It's a diary, darling," Mary answers even though the question was not addressed to her. "In it you will be able to write anything, a random thought, a feeling that you do not want anyone else to know, what happens to you in your daily life, or else, write about your past and what it means to you. In short, it is a small book where you decide its content and no one but you will read it." "That's amazing," Sasha smoothes the cover of the notebook, "Putting what I think in words is certainly wonderful, but..."

The first image nearly knocks the air out of my lungs. A woman. Beautiful. Fierce. Eyes sharp with intelligence and sorrow. Blue fire dancing effortlessly in her hands like it belongs there. And in her arms. A baby. My breath goes shallow. That is not a legend. That is a memory. I turn the page. And freeze. This is not a history book. It’s a diary. Handwritten entries. Personal notes. Dates. Emotions bleeding through ink. Why would a woman’s diary be locked away in the forbidden section of the academy library.

He’s a warning. Adam closes the diary halfway, tapping his finger lightly against the cover like he’s still thinking… then slowly opens it again, curiosity pulling her forward… Alright… Next one.

I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair. And that’s when the idea struck. Slowly, deliberately, I let the book slip from my fingers. It hit the floor with a soft thud. “Oh—" I bent down immediately to pick it up and the classroom suddenly felt very quiet. Very still. I didn’t rush. Instead, I took my time reaching for the book, my skirt shifting slightly as I moved. A risky move. A deliberate move. For a moment, there was nothing but silence. Then— Jeff cleared his throat sharply.

There engraved was our family name: KINSMAN. "Get inside, Sam" father said while holding the door. "Do you have everything?" he said when I entered the door "I still don't have my diary." I replied weary. He looked at me and brushed my hair, "You're my dear child. I'm happy that you grew well." I felt shivers, it seems his words were a premonition. I smiled at father and replied, "You were great parents to me. I love you both" He took his hand again, and he held a book sized diary. The features of the diary is familiar, wait!

I don't need anyone's permission, that's it. I turned the first page and started reading it: "Dear diary, Hi... This is me Ivana. Ivana Williams, sixteen now. I bought you with the money I earned from the first ever salary I got in my life from tutions. You're not only a diary, but also now my friend after Miya.