ThatGuyWhoSleeps

September 5th Hey there, new Diary, this is Frankie. So, as you know, high school's starting again soon. Only three more years until I'm done with it, then it's off to college. I don't hate it, but it can be soooo boring at times. I guess that's what happens when you get used to something you've been doing for years. My grades have been great, of course, so I don't have anything to worry about. I'm not the smartest girl in school (that honor still goes to Britney, that brainiac), but so far nothing's been too tough to learn, and none of the teachers have been a pain so far. It should be a smooth ride, Lord willing. Meanwhile there's James

Max slowly stomped down the snow-covered path, hands deep in his pockets in an attempt to get warm. Even with the thick clothing he wore, he felt as though he was in a freezer. "It just had to snow, huh?" the freezing trainer grumbled. "This wasn't supposed to happen yet. Couldn't someone have been more careful about where they aim a Blizzard attack instead of playing with the weather?" "Hey, it could be worse," his sole companion said. Max shuddered from the slight movement inside his coat. "At least you have this amazing shell to protect us with." "Well, yeah Servine," he admitted, once again thanking himself for being prepared for such

He sighed happily as he watched the blonde-haired woman massage the pachirisu on the table. Oh, how he wished it was him receiving that treatment. He clutched his own hands, vaguely recalling the memories of her gentle yet honed touch dispelling the stress caused by especially complicated projects from his store job. As he continued to observe her from his bench outside her massage clinic, a wave of guilt crossed through him. "You think she's amazing, huh Zeke?" Zeke nearly jumped from his seat at the sound of the voice. He looked to his left and saw a somewhat chubby man standing by. He wore a blue shirt and off-white, baggy pants, followed

As the vehicle drove through the heavy rainfall, she wondered how her life was going to work from here on out. The departure of her caretaker had left a void in her heart, one she was sure could not be filled. The tattered remains of her former home were etched into her mind, and she could still recall the scent of burning wood and flesh as vividly as the day she encountered it. Police believed it was caused by someone with a vendetta against her caretaker, but she knew the truth-- he was morbidly depressed, and she was unable to snap him out of it. "Ya listenin' back there?" She snapped out of her memories at the sound of the voice. "Sorry

Dent looked at the portrait, frowning as the memories of the time he spent with his mother resurfaced. She had lived to be 84 years old, and at that point her body had begun to give out. He knew she didn't have much longer to live, but the thought grieved him all the same. She had been a very important part of his life for 19 years, his father having disappeared early on. It had been four years since he stared at her peacefully sleeping form and he was still unable to get over the moment. A knock at the apartment door brought him back to the present. "One moment!" he called. Wiping his face with a rag, he stood up and composed himself. Resol

Chester was a hardworking man who strived to earn more than a living for himself and Haley, his wife. The two were happily married and fulfilled the promise they made on their wedding day as best as they could every day. Their work eventually led to them owning a house that was perfect for all seasons. They loved each other dearly and had no problems with each other or anyone else. They were as perfect as a couple could be... if one didn't take Chester's slight obsession with his business to heart. "Business comes first" was a part of Chester's mantra. For a man like him, next to his wife, money was the only thing that mattered. His dilligen

It had been a tricky journey to the temple, but at last it was finally coming to a close. The forest had been largely unforgiving and treacherous for the most part, with much of the terrain hiding a deadly pitfall. The portal at the end had taken him to a place with a grey sky, barren fields and endless rain, and his only reprieve from it all had been the cave he ran into. With a weary sigh, Link pulled out a bottle full of a red potion and downed its contents as he sat on the stone floor. As he let the potion work its familiar, bittersweet magic, he stared at the last obstacle in his way, a stone door with the insignia of the royal family o

Kelsey Monroe was what most world-weary adults would consider a rare sight. Compared to most teens nowadays, she prioritized her education above nearly all else in her life. Good, no, excellent grades were one of the things that truly mattered to her, and while this worked wonders for her academic prowess, it wasn't without its drawbacks. Her focus on high achievement in school left her with few friends, as many of her peers held little regard for her view. "I'm not really interested" was her standard phrase for anything not related to education or family matters. In her elementary school days, Kelsey had minimal interest in group activities

"Yeah! Take that! Thought you had me, huh? Well, I showed you who's boss!" The triumphant taunting came from a ten-year-old boy named Zack. Satisfied with his recent conquest of his foe, he set the controller on the table next to a Rayman game case and sighed. The door to his room opened, revealing an older woman with a disappointed expression on the other side. "Zack, you have school tomorrow," she said, startling the lad. "Why are you still playing that Rayman game?" "Aw, Mom..." "None of that, mister. Save your game and go back to bed. It's way past your curfew. I say this for your own good, and you know it." "Yes, Mom," he sighed. "Listen