The original book of "A diary of a Wimpy Kid".

After church today, I took a nap and told my mom I was going to Shaggy's pool. On my way there, I saw a lizard, salamander, spider and a firefly battling themselves and they accidentally rolled onto a hot brimstone, I watched how the gas was coming out mixed with heat. All their poisons joined together and I inhaled it, I felt dizzy and as I poured water on my head I fainted. 
I woke up and saw myself in Shaggy's pool, nobody asked me what I was doing there because I am a friend to Shaggy. 
He came outside, Kim and Curl alongside Kim's best friend and Allison's follower Daniella. We all partied at the pool together, And  I exhaled what I inhaled the other time, into the water and everybody got a mouth shock. We all laughed over it and went home.

 A couple of days into summer vacation, Jeffrey   Woke me up in the middle of the night he told me I slept for the whole summer but luckily I woke up for the first day of school.
" ha playing tricks on me right? Look I'm not dumb as Greg was in diary of a wimpy kid.

Tomorrow 
Today at school, we got assigned to reading groups they don't come right out and tell you if you're into gifted group or the stupid group, but you can figure try to be by looking at the cover of the book and handouts well I'm sure glad, I was put in the gifted  group again.

Just pretty nice right? At least I'm not like some dumb kid to be put in the stupid group again. 




Please everyone it's Zamy I would love it for you to share and even like the  story thank u.

"Do you really need to do this? Like, is it now an essential part of your life?" Rick asked as they walked.

"I thought we've been through this, she's not going to get that hurt, just a little bit" Keith said and turned now to face Rick. "I don't even think she'll be hurt at all, she was really fiesty the other day".

"Just chill Rick, I promise this will not end terribly for you, maybe only the both of us" Max encouraged as he put an arm over his shoulder.

"You know that there's no way you guys will do something without getting me involved, or is that possible?" Rick asked back.

"Of course it is, we weren't born together, Fredrick" Keith said as he laughed.

"You're both gonna regret this, I swear" Rick said as he watched them go ahead of him and followed closely behind. 

"Any updates on that Maddie girl?" Keith asked Max. 

"Found some other information that you might find useful" 

"Give it to me" He commanded. 

"She loves reading, especially books by Jeff Kinney, she plays episode and always has lunch on Saturdays with Beth Crane" Max stated. 

"This won't be hard at all, figuring I do dabble in the wimpy kid series here and there" Keith smiled and said. 

"I'm warning you for the last time, you will hate how this is gonna end up" Rick said again and this time he left. 

IN ALGEBRA CLASS... 

Maddie took her seat and waited for the teacher to come in, Keith walked in and she sighted a diary of a wimpy kid book in his hands along with an algebra textbook and notes. She was stunned by the fact that he read the wimpy kid series, she was a little bit embarrassed to confess her love for the books in public, mainly because in high school no one reads literature. Even if they did, it would be Shakespeare or Jane Austen.

(No offence Jeff Kinney; I love The Wimpy Kid series😍)

"Is this seat open?" He asked pointing to the seat beside her. 

"No, I mean yes" She managed. 

The mere thought of Keith sitting next to her, made her shiver and it took the grace of God to look at him when he asked for an eraser. 

He said a full sentence...to my face! She thought and celebrated within her soul. 

The class went on and she couldn't concentrate while he stared at her and she too would stare sometimes. 

"Do you get it? I don't get any of it" Keith said in regard to the topic being taught. She felt glad and explained it all to him. "Thanks" He mouthed and she smiled in response. 

"Oh, by the way, you have really pretty eyes" He added. 

She blushed a little and replied "Thanks". 

She came out the class and met Beth waiting. 

"What was that all about?" Beth asked. 

"What?" 

"The smiles and stares between you and Mr hotshot over there" she replied pointing to Keith. He turned and saw them, waved a little and proceeded to leave. 

"Go say something to him" Beth said and pushed her again. She panicked and called out his name and when he turned she was dumbfounded. She quickly thought of what to say and she recalled she had seen his notebook earlier and it read: Keith E.C. Song. 

She blurted. "What's the C in your name for?". 

He faced her and smiled. "Confidential" He replied, shrugged and left. 

"Stupid, stupid, stupid girl, what's up with you Maddie?" She asked herself. 

"Yeah, you are really stupid" Beth encouraged. 

"Thanks alot bestie". 

... 
"We need to have a long hard talk about this, Keith" Rick said. 

"What is it?" 

"I'm not comfortable with the idea of you guys hurting an innocent girl" 

"Oh God, this again?" Keith asked. 

"Yes, this again" Rick said slamming the table. 

"You've never had a problem with it before, why now?" Keith asked. 

"She's never had a boyfriend and is probably hoping that she'll get one that actually makes sense and not some random selfish guy she doesn't really know but has a tiny meaningless crush on!" Rick yelled. 

"Language Rick, watch it" 

"I'm not gonna watch anything, just leave her alone and try this on someone with heartbreak experience, if you don't stop, I'm gonna tell her the idiot you really are!" Rick yelled again and this time received a punch from Keith. 

He wiped us cheek and continued talking. 

"I'm definitely going to tell her now" He assured. 

"Think about the consequences of your actions, you twat! Don't let me hate you, you of all people should know what happens to those I hate" Keith warned. 

"Don't push this farther than it can go and let that girl be!" Rick stood and left. 

... 

"Hey, what's up? Why are you here without notice?" Randy asked the woman standing at the door. 

"I really needed to talk about his college fund, our son?" She said. 

"You should have thought about that before taking reckless and foolish decisions!" 

"I've explained that I didn't do anything, why don't you believe me?" 

"That aside, I'm going to open an account for him and place the college money there, I'll open it in your name, so you can access it whenever you need to" He said and was about to close the door when she spoke again.

"How's your health?" She asked. 

"None of your business" and he slammed the door shut at her face. 

With tears in her eyes, she went to her car and sat in there. She poured out everything inside her and started the car. 

"Hold it in, Louise, hold it in" She encouraged herself and drove off. 

Randy stood at the window and watched her leave, he felt somehow sorry for her and the pain she went through after their last encounter, he pushed aside those feelings of pity and went in the house. 

He really liked to pity her but the feelings of hate crushed every kind of pity he had for her.

Dear Diary,
Today is my birthday, my dearest diary. I celebrated my 18th birthday at a resort. And it's been a very big party. There's so much food too. I only invited Kryztal, Ashley and Azh. Mom invited my other classmates too. Well... James gave me a rose while we're dancing. 17 other boys are gave me a rose too. He  was so jealous that hewas pulled me infront the middle. Then while we're in the middle he kissed me infront of my parents. My mom and dad was so shocked when we kissed. When he suddenly kissed me I froze a  bit but I kissed him back. And my birthday cake was so good and huge and it has18 beautiful candles. As for my birthday present from James gave me a necklace with my name on it and an official light stick of BTS and the BT21 plushies, he also, gave me all the albums of BTS. Kryztal gave me a blue purse and a couple of earrings . Ashley gave me books to read, (It, Persephone's Diary full collection  and Diary  of a wimpy kid full collection). Azh gave me ring with  a blue diamond and my name at  the back of the ring. Oh I forgot  to tell you my dearest diary that I'm an ARMY and I love BTS. Well... I thinkI I need to say goodnight to you my dearest diary. I didn't know that it's already12 am , that's why I need to say goodnight. Goodnight my dearest diary.

Ellaine has diary where her secrets are written. She writes on her diary every day all about the things that happen to her at school, she also writes messages that she will say to her crush. Ellaine is nerd so the only thing she can depend on is her diary.

"what the f*ck is this sh!t? I'm not interested about a freaking cake incident that took place 200 or 300 years ago!!" 
Percy was not the type of person with a lot of patience . it would be a miracle if he ever completed a game without cheats.
These  kind of uneventful  matters were nothing related to him nor was Percy interested in reading about them. Why? Well what would  you do after gaining information about a war 100 years ago? Go back in time and change the outcome of the war? Or just go and tell the winning side 'hey that guy is a bit psychotic and might use poison gas'? its totally a waste of time at least to him it was.
'Maybe I should try reading a bit more pages first? Nah fu*k this let me grab some drinks first'
Percy had started reading the diary as soon as he returned home thinking there might be some interesting stuff or something that might send him back to his home but there was nothing just some random symbols at the beginning of the diary and then 'his' story what amused Percy was the sequence of events or rather how well detailed the description was about every thing including the address of that freaking cake shop!
Who would go to a cake shop that old? More important question was the place even running anymore?
'His friend was an interesting fellow I wish I could meet him…'
'sucks to be me.. no friends no one I like except for that hot girl few streets away….oh and the other one working at the bakers ...and that girl working at the inn.. yeah she left the job and even got married… what a weird girl'
As he was having random thoughts he reached the store near his house grabbed his drinks  and was about to leave when he noticed a certain old man trying to hide his face near the exit.
"so practicing to be a spy? Or were you here half a town away from your house because you needed something from this specific store?"
Merlin slowly turned around with a fake smile still trying to make it a coincidence 
"oh you're here too! What a coincidence I was nearby and thirsty so was here to get some drinks like you..hahahaha"
'yeah end it with a awkward laugh so ill believe you, you old man really are talented' thought Percy with a kind innocent smile on his face like he believed everything he said
"sure whatever you say."
"you believed me? Just like that?"
"Even you know the level of bullsh*t you just made up Mr. Merlin" 
Merlin had an awkward face stating the trouble he had dealing with this kid
"so why are you here?"
"well I was checking whether you are safe or not."
"whether the diary is safe or not?"
*cough**cough*" not the diary, not the diary, but you young man you're still young and a person as kind as me wouldn't want you to be in any kind of danger, what about the diary? Its just a few papers stacked together "
"ok, I'm fine then you can leave"
"really? Just like that? You don't want to invite me to your place? "
"yes, why would I invite a random old man who is also a retired mage to my house?I don't want to get forced to do something immoral"
"-" this kid….
Merlin started looking at Percy with sparkling watery eyes pleading to go with him 
"that ancient technique can only be used by trained individuals … for example kids" 

'your level of genjutsu will not work on me mortal!'

"ok fine come with me old man, but if you show any kind of ill intention towards me ill cut your throat" Percy sighed as he took the homeless old man home to give him some food


"Mr. cyrillus there's a really old legend that most mages know about but no one knows whether it is true or false, would you like to know about it?"

Cyrillus silently nodded his head as he quietly sat beside him.

"The world as we know of was formed with the help of 5 superior beings, they were not gods but the embodiment of different elements itself. They were Space, Time, Matter, Death and Mind.

Space and matter created the world while mind and death created the beings that would reside in the world. Time was given the most important task of all, it was to keep the world and beings to always be kept in motion. Time said I'll always keep moving forward no matter what happens, a being that has taken birth in this world will eventually grow old and die no matter how long it takes as long as he belongs to this world he will be effected by me and that is my duty, send everything back to death."
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This is a story of a man who tried controlling time 
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sequel- 
Percy who meets with an accident and finds himself in the same situation and sets out to explore the world. 
Slowly but surely unwinding all the secrets & collecting all ends of the puzzle known as 'Time'.

This is the special page of books. Every week I will write the names of 7 books in here and you will comment the names of the book/books among them that you have read. This week's books are,
1] The Dragon Whisperer. Lucinda Hare.
2] My first pet dragon. Georgie Blink.
3] Scavenger : Chaos Zone. Paul Stewart, Chris Riddell.
4] The Secret Of NIMH. Robert C. O'Brien.
5] Diary Of A Wimpy Kid. Jeff Kinney.
6] Dumpling Days. Grace Lin.
7] The Gates. John Connolly.

Antonio Smith, a rich boy, gets assasinated and is reborn as a overpowered dragon with an even more overpowered soul in his head. 
Xiao Yan gets teleported to Antonio's world after being knocked out and gets found by Antonio. What's next?


Although there weren't many true reference questions, the ones I did get I poured my energy into. "Can you tell me where books on fibro-myalgia are?" asked a girl no more than 13. "I want to help my grandmother." 
"Do you have any books on construction? I want to build a patio."
"Do you have any good recommendations for historical fiction?" These types of questions I loved the most. I loved reading recommendations, because I honestly tried to give the patron my opinion but also attempted to help them branch out of what they might normally read. The toughest customer I ever had was a little girl, no more than ten years old, wanting "a good book to read." I suggested middle school stuff, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, Royal Diaries, Dear America books, Captain Underpants. None of it would do; she had either read it all or thought it would be "boring." 
"What about A Wrinkle in Time? It's fantastic!"
"What's it about?"
How does one explain the beauty and exquisiteness of A Wrinkle in Time?
"Well, it's about space…and time…and a girl who goes on an adventure to save her little brother."
"Oh, I don't like books about space, because they make me think about the sun, which is going to explode in a billion years and kill everything and everyone, so nothing really matters anyway."
Holy Shit. I didn't realize ten-year-olds could be nihilists. Kids are way smarter and much more philosophical than we give them credit for. 
I was thankful for every single day that I had a job, that I had a job in a physical place, and that I had a job that I loved. When the end of summer came, I was nervous that I would soon have to find new work. But, as divine luck would have it, the Children's librarian left to go work at another library, closer to where she lived. Although I didn't have the exact same responsibilities as the Children's librarian, there was some overlap, and Rowlett extended my contract for another month. I threw myself even more into the job, because I loved it, and wanted to show my gratitude for having hired me and keeping me well past what the original contract said. I began taking up extra duties when I didn't have to, a rarity for me. I volunteered to do Story Time once a week, and this had its own rewards. I loved leading the children in songs, reading in character voices, and making the library a fun place to be. 
True, there were times when I messed up: late one morning, slacked in putting up the "new" books on the shelves, but overall I honestly tried to be the best library assistant that I could be, because I could now see the value in it. I saw the value in working for fifteen dollars an hour in something that I loved doing, rather than sixty an hour that made me feel soulless and numb. 
All vices are powered by a feedback loop, and mine was no different if I had been planted in front of a slot machine. There was never any guarantee that I would make money on a given day, but I pulled the lever anyway. And when I hit big it was easier to keep going, to go harder, to go bigger. Pull the lever! Again. And again. And again… 
And like any addiction, I live with it every day. I face temptation to go back, to learn from every mistake I made the first time stripping and to do better, be a better, more clever, higher-earning, more ruthless exotic dancer. Whenever rent comes around or I have a particularly bad electric bill or the student-loan hand starts to close over my throat again, that little voice everyone has (because it's themselves; it's not your conscious, it's not a "good angel" and "devil" on your shoulder; it's just you) starts to whisper, "Just for one day a week…just for one weekend a month…or just say screw it and go hard…you can do it…you can always go back…" It's damn hard saying "no" to that voice every time. Every. Single. Time. 
As much shame as I have for the ways that I hurt people while I was a stripper, I still want to go back. I want to feel the excitement, the power, the thrill of using whatever skills I have to get money. We all struggle with an addiction, no matter how much money, or how good a family, or what kind of education you had, what race or gender you are: we all got something that we think we can't live without.
But the library gave me peace. Or, I found peace within myself ultimately. But the library gave me the tools to do it. Never underestimate the power of a children's book to help you learn. 
When I checked books in, I loved flipping through them, gleaning bits of information here and there, especially if they were children's books, since the information was short and sweet. They could be anything from ancient Rome to cookbooks. One such book was on helping children cope with mistakes. As I was flipping through, I noticed it had a section on "How to Make an Apology." I stopped, realizing that most people know that they should apologize for a wrongdoing, but that very few know how or what makes an apology "good." It was a four-step process and it essentially went:
1.Apologize for the thing that you did. 
2.State why it was wrong.
3.State what you will do in the future, not what you won't do.
4.State how you will make it right, or, if it can't be made right, the closest thing possible.
Tears started to fill my eyes, right there at the reference desk. It would take a while to sink in, but I realized that this was the way to rectifying what I had done to hurt people, and ultimately the way to forgive myself. I have always had a difficult time in forgiving myself; we are our biggest critics. I had always struggled with the concept of letting go. How do you let go of something that keeps reappearing in your mind, telling you what an awful, terrible person you are and how could you have done such a thing? A four-step apology may not work for everyone, but it allowed me to process what I had done, who I had hurt, and realize that I had hurt myself most of all. But most of all, I realized that forgiveness comes from within. That to let go, you need to process it first. Sometimes you need a year of solitude to fully process; sometimes that year is regaining whatever strength and courage you lost along the way. Sometimes, forgiveness can only happen once you're strong enough again. 






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Everyone loves to watch a slow-moving train wreck. That’s what happens when Ariel, librarian, book lover, and full-time geek, decides to work as an exotic dancer. When she loses her job as a bank teller, she needs a way to earn some extra cash--and fast. Driven by curiosity--just how hard could this stripping thing be?--she decides to sign up at a local club. There’s just one thing: she doesn’t tell her boyfriend about it.

Diving into the world of exotic dancing, she has to navigate the murky moral waters of taking off her clothes for money. From wild champagne parties to private shows with high-rolling customers, she will start raking in the money...until the cost becomes too high. 


Dear Diary of a wimpy,

I'll make sure to write original cliches and not fake stories on you.

Ok, not really. I'll probably add some spices up, but that's just to make my poor diary look like a good one; so that I can look back at it and say, "Yeah, that happened".

I'll write old and new stories that happened or happens to me whenever I feel like it; since I don't have a lot of things to write about.

The main purpose of this diary is: "Practicing and Working on improving my English"; therefore, I'll write things in here arbitrarily, on the basis of random choice or personal whim, rather than any reason or system.


Signature: [Insert one here]

A poor English speaker started a diary jouranl to improve his English. Here's some random excerpts from it.

After reading the diary a few times and Elijah was going to close it, all the words on the diary vanished, just as he saw the whole diary was in blank, he felt a endless amount of information entering directly into his brain.

"Hello inheritor of my path. I could not put all the information on my diary for fear someone would try to steal it so I decided to plant a mark with my spiritual force on my diary, this was the only was to be sure about who was going to inherit my creation. I fell a strong will inside you and I'm going to impart all my knowledge upon you." Elijah heard a gentle voice in his head before he started to immerse himself in the flow of information entering his brain.

"The mortal path until now is divided into 9 common realms and two Celestial Realms: Super Human, Mortal Knight, Mortal Lord, Earth Foundation, Mortal Will, Mortal King, Mortal Evolution, Beyond Mortal and Immortal (Fake). As for the Two Celestial Realms are different because the first realm is divided into several small realms: True Immortal (True Immortal, Great Immortal, Immortal Lord and Empyrean Immortal) and Immortal King."

"The spirit path is the same 9 common realms: Super Human, Spiritual Master, Great Spiritual Master, Spiritual Foundation, Spiritual Calling, Spirit Link, Spirit Cleaning, Spirit Division and Saint. And two Celestial Realms: Paragon (Pure Saint, Bright Knight, Paragon and Shining Paragon) and Shining King."

"Unlike previous ones, the Divine Path has 9 common realms: Super Human, Divine Beginning, Divine Master, Sky Foundation, Heavenly Sky, Divine Purification, Divine Tribulation, Rebirth, Demigod. until here it seems like the other two but the Divine Path has Three Celestial Realms: Deity (Minor God, God, Higher God and Imperial God), Crowned God and last is just a legend that no one saw before."

"There is also unique path for those of different races like the Abyss Seven Royal Families [Thirteen Eternal Steps] or [Seven Heavens Art] from the Genasi."

"Using the three main paths as the foundation I managed to create the first four realms for my Supreme Path: Supreme Core, Supreme Refining, Supreme Master and Supreme Foundation. Each of these realms is created with Three stages one for each path (Mortal, Spirit and Divine)."

"The first realm is to form the three nucleus of each Path. The second realm is to refine and strengthen the body, spirit and energy as preparation to the next realms. The third realm is the easiest to cultivate as is just to form the three necessary bodies before breaking into the fourth realm, but for some reason when someone form the Mortal, Spirit and Divine Bodies, the entire structure of the cultivator's body would slowly collapse as a mortal was not created to hold the power of the three bodies at the same time." 

...

Opening his eyes in the real world, Elijah could feel all the knowledge that entered his head, looking at the side, he saw Shadow, Cassie and the four fairies looking at him with worry in their eyes and in a carefree way.

"Hello everyone, why the worried faces? I'm okay now... or at least I know what I need to do."

"What are you talking about kid? You don't know how much you worried us when all this happened out of nowhere." Before Elijah could continue, Shadow gave a slap on his arm and said while examining his body to see if there was something wrong, but she was stopped by Elijah's serious face looking at her.

"Master, I need the book of the Supreme Origin Art. There is something I want to check."

"Okay." Shadow took the book Elijah asked to take back to the dark world, since he did not think it was a good idea to bring anything of value with him.

Reading the book once again, Elijah realized two things, this book has changed much since he reached his current level and the second is that he noticed that this cultivation was very similar to the one Elijah have just learned on his dream, the only difference is that the one is his hand has thirteen realms and it is much more refined and perfect than the one of his dream.

He opened the book on the chapter of the Fourth Realm and as he read, Elijah saw something that he was sure was not there.

Before reaching the fourth realm, it is necessary to form the Mortal Spirit and Divine Bodies and merge them into one using the Supreme Trinity Body Manual or the cultivator will die in less that one year.

"Master, can you read this?" Elijah showed the same page to her.

"No, I can't read, what is saying." The only thing Shadow saw was an blank page, she felt confused about the mysteries inside the book but it seemed even someone like her was not worth of it.

"It is saying that I need to find the Supreme Trinity Body Manual to merge the three bodies into one or I will die in less than one year."

Join Elijah Branches, a six year old boy in his path to trinity while he slowly discovers the Supreme Origin.

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