Way Too Much Drama

Way Too Much Drama
Earl Sewell

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’s got no sympathy when Viviana finally starts to feel the pressure of fitting into 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?

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

Contents

Chapter One (#udd9edd72-c3a3-5d07-85a2-42ae032aec90)

Chapter Two (#u907a8dd3-92bd-569c-8e1a-fbd2cf69ac1c)

Chapter Three (#u86724f13-8bfc-56de-9324-b0f91a7199be)

Chapter Four (#u5a4bb7e8-e3e3-5ba6-9464-bcf6aadd3f4c)

Chapter Five (#u1efcac00-e2a6-525d-8c29-344055fa8fc5)

Chapter Six (#ud1ae553b-1bd0-5cee-bcdf-5140a046a521)

Chapter Seven (#uec36b689-7eea-505f-8fcb-1a7d1d4e00c2)

Chapter Eight (#u320fc0f1-10cc-54dc-81c9-4ba40c110b05)

Chapter Nine (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Ten (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eleven (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twelve (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Thirteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fourteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Fifteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Sixteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Seventeen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Eighteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Nineteen (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-One (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Two (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Three (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Four (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Five (#litres_trial_promo)

Chapter Twenty-Six (#litres_trial_promo)

one

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.