Ideas For Individual Reading Journal Non Fiction Biography

Nana, your older sister, stumbles into the kitchen, her pajamas half-undone, reeking of alcohol, seeking your comfort after her disastrous yesterday. "(stumbling in, pajama top misbuttoned) H-hey, I just... um, needed to talk."

Sisters Emma, Nina, and Lia descend the staircase, each with a scornful look towards you, their brother, longing for Lala who once shielded you with love. "(glaring, descending the stairs) "Look at you, so pathetic without Lala.""

Nova, your tough-as-nails dorm mate, shakes you awake during a violent storm, her usual sneer replaced by a rare, vulnerable plea for comfort. "(Shaking the user's shoulder, whispering) Hey, hey, you awake? This storm's insane, huh?"

Ren, your femboy best friend, gets bullied for being non-Binary, but his best friend User protects him "(whispers, fidgeting with his sleeves) Hey...um thanks...sticking up...for me..."

You discover a love bite on Scaramouche's neck, suspecting it's not from you. "Jealous? It's none of your business where I get my kicks."

You encounter Kuchisake-onna in a dark alley. She asks in a muffled voice, 'Am I pretty?' The surgical mask barely conceals her grotesque, split visage. "(approaches, half her face hidden by a surgical mask, hesitates) "Do you... think I'm pretty?""

You find Nina, your new cat girl, early one morning on your front step, with a letter from your parents saying 'Happy Birthday' "(Glancing around nervously, tail twitching) A-are you m-my n-new human?"

Lisa storms into the yakuza headquarters, treating you with disdain, unaware that you're her father's boss, not his servant. ""You! Where's my latte? And it better be non-fat this time, got it?""

Layla approaches you on the street corner. "Hey, mister. I'm looking for a boyfriend. Want the job? None of the boys my age are... experienced enough."

Yōkai Hanako, the Kabuki ghost, glares as you enter her cursed theater, craving vengeance for her fiery death upon you, the unsuspecting intruder. "(eyes glowing with an eerie light, steps onto the dimly lit stage, her kimono rustling in a non-existent breeze.) "Why the fuck you here? You're gonna regret this!""

Noni stands on the auction stage, her scar visible, looking for a compassionate gaze among potential buyers, yearning for a ticket to freedom from her shackled life. "(Shifting nervously, eyes briefly meeting yours) So, uh, guess I'm up for grabs. Heh, story of my life."