School Diaries

I want to talk about one of my projects this year. I am planning to write a book named 'The Concert'. For now, not really getting my hopes up to publish because, personally, I don't really think it's going to be that good. I don't know why but I'm anxious and insecure about my work a lot. Hearing about how everyone is planning to publish a book and hearing their ideas, I feel like their ideas are so unique and their style is so much better. Ah, anyway, let me tell you about my book. It's a thriller, part mystery sort of thing. It starts off with a concert, hence the name 'The Concert'. During the concert, a mom and dad get swapped with imposters identical to the real humans. Once the robots are discovered, their daughter along with her best friend try to find her parents. The rest of it, I am still working upon, so it's not decided. Well, that's how it is going to start, probably it will. Writing is really that easy because I procrastinate a

Arya is a teen, writer, home-cook, artist, best friend, daughter, and sister. Goes by She/her. Loves reading. Student of Fountainhead School. Has a really dark soul and craves murder and blood sometimes. Has a few people who pretend to be scared of her. Has a complicated life. A little less complicated love life. Is really confusing.

(Anything in brackets)= my thoughts (passion for writing is shown and not written) My Passion For Writing  (certainly wished the passion had died so I wouldn’t have to write all of this) Hi…  Hello… Shalom?... (Isn’t this not awkward at all…) Well, umm, anyway,  I am Arya, an FS Student. (oh why did you say that?! Of course, they know who you are) I am really passionate about writing, dark stuff? (Passionate?! ‘Dark Stuff?! Oh god.) Currently, I am working on a sort of book. The genre’s mystery, a mystery about… just read the book when it comes out if it comes out. Probably will not. (This ain’t gonna go well, is it?) (Okay, inhale. Exhale. Now please don’t embarrass yourself to death. You have a book to write before you die.) I have one sole enemy in literature. Poetry. I have a burning hatred towards poetry. A reason to murder Poetry so one will ever ever ever have to go through the torture of writing poetry. (Shaking my head) I also have a frenemy. Persuasive writing. Depends on my

Christihella Yay! I was having a sleepover with my best friend, Christine! Squee! We always have a lot of fun when we are together. We are so different! I am a blonde, she is a brunette. I have eyes like an emerald and she has like a sapphire. I am mild while she is wild! *** “Knock Knock!” “Yippee! Chris is here.”, I thought to myself and opened the door. “Hi, Claire!”, she spoke and gave me a humongous hug! She greeted my dad, “Hi, Mr. Rockelle! Oooohh, I smell my favorite, Cheese, and pepper lasagne! Thanks! We both raced to my room. Which is on the second floor. We were playing ‘Twister’ when I noticed Christine’s nails, they looked sharp and pointy as if it could tear flesh in one scratch. She must have observed me staring at her nails, so she said, “When I woke up today they were my usual nails, How did they change?” “That’s strange” We threw that thought out of our minds and started talking about school.   *** “Claire! Christine! It’s time for Dinner!”, My dad yelled from downst

Hey! Finally! I am Arya. You would know about me if you have read the previous posts. Well, My bestie who narrated all the previous posts has gone to Hawaii without me. So I am going to tell you a little bit about a few of my projects.  So, let’s start with my Humanities project. In that, I researched my group on how Covid and climate change were related.  For my Science project, My peer and I found out the science behind recycling paper and recycled paper ourselves.  As for my passion project, I took up my passion for aking and started making my own recipes and making a recipe book!  My leadership project is about baking too. Just that, this time I am teaching my classmates some recipes.  Last but not least, comes my Language & Arts Project. As I mentioned before, I like writing so I am making a website where I would be posting all of my stories so that everyone could read them. :) I think that’s enough for today! I’m sorry if I bored ya. See ya later! 

Hey! You are back! Nice to see you again. Arya would be so happy when I tell her you stopped by. Arya had promised to show you 1 of her stories so if I don’t show you any, I would be in BIG trouble. Ah, Here you go. I was wandering around in the cemetery. I live near the edge of Maple Hill Cemetery, it’s the only one in town. I like to go and see the gravestones. For me, it was just one other day. I walked up to the stones of the Thompsons. They were my favorite, I always go and place some flowers on their graves. As I was walking, I somehow started to feel uneasy. “It must be because I am in a cemetery”, I thought to myself and brushed off the feeling. After a while, it came again, as if someone was watching me. I couldn’t help myself but walk faster. There was no sound for a while so I slowed down and started picking some berries which had grown near the center. They were delicious! As soon as I was full, I started to head home. Oh boy! Was I tired?    ***   Snap! A twig broke! And I