Chapter Notes On ' Dear Diary '

“Okay,” Grandma said quietly. “Sit next to me, and I’ll read you a bedtime story.” Amira crawled up and sat down beside Grandma. There was plenty of room in the cozy old chair. Grandma read a story about a girl and her playful pet cat. Sara sat on the rug and listened. “It’s time for

“Thanks Mom” I said then rolled my eyes, good thing mom didn’t see that. I wish sometimes to be alone or just with Sasha. I ate my waffles in complete silence. Sometimes I think mom and dad want their old little girl back, but as I tell them their little girl is gone and will forever be gone. I finished my last bite, washed my plate, and left the apartment to see a familiar face. Lucas. How did he get my address? How he been stalking me? He better be passing by and not know where he is at otherwise I swear I will kick him in the….. Okay slow down Riles, figure out what he wants

Have you ever been home alone overnight? This is a story about a girl named Jamie and what happened when she was left home alone. It was October 30th and Jamie and her family were on their way home from a trip to Kansas City, Kansas. They live in Wichita, Kansas so it wasn’t a huge trip. Jamie has an older brother named Josh, a mom called Jacy, and a dad called Jack. The family likes to go on a lot of trips with their Red Ford Edge. This trip they took to go visit Jack’s parents. They’re a very happy and energetic family. On their way back home they played games, sang songs together, and even tried coming up with a song of their own! Although, Josh (who is a 16 years old) sometimes was very annoyed because after all he is a teenager who thinks he’s all grown up and everything that his parents and/or sister do is stupid. Jamie on the other hand is 14 and wants to live life at the fullest is or tries to be happy all the time. They finally got home, unpacked and went to bed.

You sat on the couch watching the latest reality TV show. Harry had gone out earlier this morning, so you had the apartment to yourself. "These people are so petty." You giggle out watching the girl fight with her mother. The sound of a car door shutting brought a smile to your face. Harry was home. You weren't clingy, but you did happen to miss being close to Harry once he was gone. "I'm home!" He shouts out. With an anxious giggle slipping past your lips you bounce over to the front door. Halt. What in the world had he done? He stood there looking like a puppy that knew he did something wrong. "You cut your hair?" He wanted to grow it out longer for charity, but with everything coming up you knew it was now or never. "Yeah, do you...do

Each disruption I was unable to ignore, resulting in my leapfrogging from spot to spot. Whether it was a party with hamburgers, people doing Slackline, or people cuddling and kissing, I would leave. Fed up with the consistent commotion around me, I left, Searching for a sense of serenity, I sprinted back to my house, eager to escape the turmoil infecting my leisure hour. As I opened the familiar wooden door, I heard a door slam and expletives flowing out of my brothers mouth. I thought that I had finally found the calmness I had been seeking. I was wrong. I went back outside, sat on the worn out and sun bleached bench on my patio and

"Okay, thank you Miss. Harriet." I silently waited for Miss. Harriet to come back out, keeping a close watch on my daddy's bedroom window. If the light came on, I'd run back inside real fast. I wasn't supposed to be outside alone without him knowing, and usually I wouldn't disobey daddy. Today was a special occasion.

Nick is travelling on the train with Tom, who insists that Nick meet Myrtle. They visit a place between West Egg and New York, called The Valley of Ashes. Tom takes Nick over to a garage there, right next to the huge billboard of Doctor T.J. Eckleburg, which is where his secret mistress, Myrtle and her husband, George Wilson live. While George goes to retrieve chairs, Tom secretly tells Myrtle to get on the next train so they could meet up, without George/ so that George does not find out about their relationship. The three of them go their separate ways, and meet up in New York, wandering about on the streets. Nick says that he should leave, but Tom insists he stays and Myrtle

This past month was rough. He just kicked me out of his house without letting me explain to him. The thing that angers me the most was he had already moved

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“Aaaaaaah!” Gloria screamed as she quickly scurried away from her dad. “Gloria, you have to go to bed. Stop running!” exclaimed Stephen Collins out of breath. Gloria ran slower but didn’t stop, “ Only if you tell me a bedtime story!”

I tossed all of what he gave to me in the trash what does that even mean. I leave the janitor’s closet in a storm of rage. I can’t believe he said that to me that was totally inappropriate for him to do that to me. I rush to my friend Margaret and Bertha to tell them about what just happened. I saw them at Ryan’s locker. Ryan was Margaret’s best friend/neighbor, since the 2nd grade. So, I called them over to address the situation.

“Bye mommy and daddy, I love you!” said little Charlotte. Right before they left, she ran up to the door and gave them both a big hug. They returned the hug, squeezing her tightly, before walking out into the garage and starting the car. Charlotte looked out the window, watching her parents pull out of the driveway. Little did she know that she would never see her dearest parents ever again.

The past hours we help dad unpack, It is now 8:30 p.m we are all getting ready for mama to come home. Mama finally pulls in daddy runs to her and they kiss. That night we had supper a little late but mom had roast beef cooking. We all sat around the table and daddy was talking about War World One. Dad-” We all went through lots of

“The police are here!” She tugs on my arm in relief, but I don’t remove my gaze from the car. I couldn’t see his face, but I could see his snowy wings twitch at times. The sirens grew closer and I rip my gaze from the car and down the street where a cop car had just skid to a stop and watch as two men get out and hurry towards us. “Are you two okay?” He questioned, quizzically. “Did you see it?” He asked peering over at Sophia’s car. “We’re fine. He’s still in there.” I manage to say through the knot in my throat that has just formed as reality crashes down on

1912. I admire papa. He is handsome, talented, emotional and sentimental. Everyone loves papa. He has a lovely voice, the townspeople likes to hear him sing. Perhaps one day I will grow up to be just like