ᔕTᖇᗩᑎGE ᗪIᗩᖇY v.2 • [Reboot]

[Xura]

Hi everyone!
My username is Xura, and if you met me or heard of me, I'm the author of Strange diary. I've decided to make a brand new version with an actual plot! Yay! Haha lol. If you're new to this story, I hope you enjoy it and chose to stick along. It's a bit of a tradition to call the strange diary fans "strangers" on here lol, so don't be surprised if I use that term to address you guys every once and a while. I'm glad you're here and I hope you continue to read, the story is in diary format, and it was a boatload of fun to write the first time so I hope that the second time is even better.
Thanks for coming along on the ride,
Xura

[cosmos.;]

mark <3
Looking forward to see how this works out!

[namjoon.]

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I haven't read the Strange Diary yet, but I bet I'll like it! <33333

[retroaqua]

mark
i've seen part of the first, and i am so joining your strange diary reboot journey, xura-chan! <3

[CookieCat000]

Mark
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Markity mark!

[hollowfall.]

Markymark

[Xura]

Dear Diary,
No.
Hi diary?
Not that either.
Hey Diary.
That's more like it.

My name is Ashlee Carter. This diary was given to me as a gift for my 17th birthday. I bet you're wondering- if you were actually animate- why anyone in their right mind would give anyone my age a diary. Well, it was a "gift" from my parents.
Apparently, I'm supposed to go and write here if my "hormonal teenage emotions" kick in. Haha, I know. Thanks mom, thanks dad.

Now normally, I would just toss this into the closet and forget about it, as I do everything; however, something did happen today, and I just HAVE to write about it.

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I was late to school today, my alarm didn't go off. I knew my mom was gonna kill me when I got home. She may not care about my "teenage emotions". but she sure cares about the report card and attendance record that comes home. As I made my dramatic entrance into the building, I chanced upon the hottest guy in the history of ever.

Jacob Fiere

Rich, handsome, charming. Anything and everything you could ever want in a boyfriend. And believe me, when I say that I mean it- I'm not one for breaking out the boyfriend diary cliche; nor am I in one of those romantic comedies where the nerdy girl gets the hot guy and lives happily ever after.

He was running late too, but that didn't matter. He's a jock, with rich parents who would do anything to ensure a football scholarship. It was no doubt his parents would be calling him in; mine however, wanted me to get the detention for being a mere five minutes past the bell. "It's my punishment," so they say.
They're probably right, but it doesn't matter.
Anyway, we're straying from what happened. Initially, after breathing in my first glance at a hot guy for the day, I ignored him. Completely walking past him on route to the office.

But he surprised me when he grabbed my jacket. I turned around, surprised and confused.
"Huh-?
Hm. Quotes are a little strange, let's try this.
Me: Huh?
Much better. But maybe I can add some color. How about blue?
Me: Huh?
Perfect.

Jake: You- ... You um... Dropped your ID.
Me: Oh, Thanks.
I tucked a curly strand of my thick black hair behind my ear as I took the tangled lanyard attached to my ID. I instantly blushed at first glance of my picture. I could have done better.
His eyes rested on me and he smiled.
Jacob: Want to walk with me to the office?
Me: S-sure!
That was sudden. But not going to miss an opportunity like that. He fell into step with me and we began our short walk to the office.
Me: What team are you?
There's three "teams" in our office dividing the students into catagories that make it easier for counseling and changing schedules. They're our school colors- Scarlet, Gold, and Black.
Jake: Oh I'm gold.
Hah, how rich.
Me: Sounds golden, I'm scarlet.
He chuckled.
Jacob: You know, you're pretty funny
Me: Uhm.. Thanks, dude
I playfully punched him in the shoulder.

I can't flirt.

Me: So uhm... Why were you late?
Jake: I was fencing
Me: Ah, the rich people sport.
Jake: What's that supposed to mean?
I shrugged.
Me: Nothing. I'm just saying.
Jake: Are you calling me a rich snob?
Me: No, I-
Jake: My team is over there.
He walked off, clearly annoyed.

Welp. I blew it. Hey, writing about it made me feel a little better :D. Maybe I'll write a bit more. And who cares what my mom says? She doesn't want to hear my problems, she won't.

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Hey guys!

Thanks for being so patient for this to come out. Everything is new and my head is spinning. I just decided out of the blue to restart this, and well, here I am. I wanted to point out that it's taking me a little longer to get back into the personality of this character, I've been experimenting with different writing forms and tones, so now I have to get right back into the swing of things. Things will start to lighten up soon. Again, thank you for your support, I hope you continue to read. <3

[namjoon.]

Awesome!

[hollowfall.]

I love this! And for some reason, I feel like the situation is sort of realistic, like it can happen in real life to someone. (the thing where jacob gets annoyed, etc,)