Most of my Stories now as an adult are typed on my laptop and edited when I am done. However as a child most of my stories were written in composition books that I had left over from the years. I would color in the black and white books with markers and fill the pages with my many stories. Even though now I have technology where I can store lots of works in one place and not worry about space.
I tend to keep some notebooks to hand-write stories. Its something about putting ink to paper that brings alive something in I that a laptop wont do.
This story is called Diana's Diary that is sort of based on my own experience's in high school with my group of friends during our senior year with dips of complete fiction.
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She sat in the library day after day reading books. Sighing the growing folder of past homework in her bag. Her usual braid was loose and now plopped into a hipster bun onto her head. One C+ made her fail and now two English classes a day was what she
dreaded. It was last period and she was waiting for her best friends.
The table filled with loud chatter when she saw her motley crew of
friends. The druggie Roman, The Geek Nick, The Prep Lilith and the head
monster of it all Beverly.
Her Best Friend.
Her best friend who seemed to be the most frustrated had slammed her binder opened. "Dee you're lucky not to have fucking health last period" Beverly groaned with her heavy accent slipping in. Medusa. Diana pointed to her bag with her pencil to show the ever growing folder of homework.






