The toughest lessons aren’t always taught in the classroom…
Maya is ready to put the fabulous back into her life—and that means getting her manipulative cousin, Viviana, out of it. Bad enough that Viviana is living under the same roof and tried to claim Maya’s boyfriend, Misalo, for herself. Now she’s going to Maya’s high school and she’s part of the quiz team competing on a TV show…alongside Maya, Keysha and Misalo.
Maya has no sympathy when Viviana finally starts to feel the pressure of fitting in to her new world. That’s until her cousin does something drastic…and dangerous. Maybe Viviana isn’t as tough as everyone thought. Maya could be the only person who can help bring her back safely. Question is…does she want to?
Way Too Much Drama
Earl Sewell
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Children have never been very good at listening to their elders, but they have never failed to imitate them.
—James A. Baldwin
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MAYA
“Hey, Maya. Snap out of it.” Keysha popped her fingers a few times in front of my eyes before she placed her hands on my shoulders and shook me.
“You look like you’re standing at the corner of Confused and Stunned. Is Viviana still on the phone?” Keysha asked. I had arrived at her house not too long ago and had been in the bathroom talking to her. Keysha had insisted that I come even though I’d injured my knee. I had gone to watch my ex-boyfriend, Misalo, fight Carlo, another guy I had sort of been dating. The fight had turned into an all-out brawl that involved everyone who had come to watch Misalo and Carlo beat each other senseless. My knee had gotten injured while running for safety when the fight got out of control.
“Hello? Why are you glaring off into space like a disoriented zombie?” Keysha clapped her hands several times.
I flinched and said, “I’m sorry.” I placed my cell phone in my front pocket.
“Why didn’t you confront Viviana on the phone about her wicked ways?” Keysha asked, as to why I had not forced my evil cousin, Viviana, to own up to what she had done.
Keysha and Viviana didn’t exactly like each other, which was cool with me because I hated Viviana more than saints despised sinners.
“She was being chased,” I finally answered.
“Chased? By who?” Keysha asked as I thought about who’d want to beat Viviana down besides me.
“A group of girls. Through the park not too far from here. Viviana screamed into the phone and begged me to come and help, and then her phone died.”
“Seriously?” Keysha’s eyes questioned whether my words were true.
Nodding my head, I said, “Yeah.” Then I glanced down at my knee, which was tender, so I began massaging it.
“Are you going to help her?”
I met Keysha’s gaze and wondered why she had asked a question she already knew the answer to. I had absolutely no desire to aid my deceitful cousin.
Scrunching up my face as if I had suddenly caught the scent of a dead animal, I said, “No.”
“You have to help.” Keysha’s insistence surprised me.
“What?” I shrieked, certain I had heard her wrong.
“We have to help her.” Keysha spoke as if I had a moral obligation to do so.
“So let me get this straight. Thirty minutes ago you got into a scuffle with Viviana, and now that some other girls are about to beat her up, you want to go help her?” My words were filled with sarcasm. Keysha’s harebrained idea was one for the books.
“I know I sound crazy, but I have my reasons for why I think we should lend her a hand.”
“What you’re saying doesn’t sound crazy, Keysha. It sounds insane. Have you turned bipolar on me?” I gawked at her in frustration.
“Maya,