Do you know Keysha Kendall?
Enter the world of the Keysha and Friends seriesâfor the first time, the two original stories in this compelling series are collected into one special volume.
KEYSHAâS DRAMA
Sixteen-year-old Keysha Kendall is a judgeâs signature away from foster care when sheâs sent to live with the father she never knew. Suddenly she has her own room in his big fancy house, a high-powered stepmother and a popular half brother who can introduce her to all the right people at her new school. But Keysha canât forget where she came from and she wonât let anyone else, either. Why should her father and his perfect family have it so easy when she and her mother had it so hard? So Keysha hooks up with a rough crowd and does whatever she wantsâ¦until what she wants changes really fastâ¦.
IF I WERE YOUR BOYFRIEND
How has Keysha gone from popular to social outcast? A girl she thought was her friend planted drugs on her, and Keysha got caught. Now all of the negative attention has turned everyone against her. At school, Keysha is stared at and whispered about, no one will talk to her, and the girl who ruined Keyshaâs reputation just laughs in her face. So when a guy with his own bad rep offers to help, Keysha has doubts. However, she soon realizes that Wesley Morris is more than just a hot guyâhe is someone who has turned his own life around. Still, her family doesnât want him anywhere near Keysha. But Wesley isnât willing to walk away. Heâll even risk everything to prove Keyshaâs innocenceâ¦and save their relationship.
Dear person who currently has my diary and is invading my privacy,
Were you so curious that you had to pick up my diary to snoop around? Is this something you do often? Since youâre holding this book, I bet you canât wait to find out what fascinating secrets and scandals are in these pages. Come on! Admit it! I would think the same thing.
Because you obviously want to know more about me and I feel like sharing today, I guess Iâll start by telling you a little bit about myself. You may want to find someplace quiet where you can focus and pay attention. A lot has happened in my mere sixteen years on this earth.
My name is Keysha, but you can call me Ke Ke. And as it seems, I have way too much drama in my life. Drama hovers around my head, as if itâs my own personal storm cloud. Have you ever felt that way? Like one day, everyone wakes up and decides it is national hate on you day? The craziness I live with makes me want to scream.
My life isnât pretty:
My grandmother is incarcerated.
My mother is about to go to jail.
I donât know who my biological father is.
And Iâm about to be shipped off to a state-run group home for at-risk teens.
And as if that isnât enough, I meet a girl in a situation similar to mine. I think she is my friend, but unbeknownst to me, she turns out to be a backstabber. Have you ever met a person who smiles in your face, but talks about you when your back is turned? I get angry every time I think about her. Iâm serious. There should be a law against people like her.
On top of having to deal with that frenemy, thereâs a guy (with some serious
issues of his own) who likes me. He steps to me with a line of poetry that he supposedly wrote for me, as if I would fall for that one. Well, maybe I do believe him, just a little.
Okay, I think thatâs enough for now. Are you ready? I am. Now turn the page, enter my world, and learn more about me in The Keysha Diaries, Volume Oneâ¦.
one
No matter how hard I tried to get Ronnieâs attention he wouldnât look at me. He avoided eye contact by toying with the ring tones on his cellular phone. His unwillingness to look me in the eye and speak directly to me annoyed me. Ronnie was seventeen and stood about five foot nine inches tall. He had brown skin just like mine and wore his hair French braided. That day he was wearing an oversize white T-shirt, baggy Sean John jeans and what appeared to be a new pair of Nike Air Force One gym shoes. We were standing on the sidewalk in front of the apartment building that he lived in with his mother. In the distance I heard the thud of music from a trunk amp bouncing against the air. Ronnie is my boyfriend, or should I say was my boyfriend until I caught him snuggled up with some girl inside of a movie theater. When I saw him and the other girl I decided to play it cool at first, you know, just to make sure that I wasnât overreacting. I discreetly positioned myself in a seat directly behind them so that I could keep a close eye on them. No sooner than the lights went down, Ronnie took off his jacket, hooked it around her shoulders and began kissing her. Thatâs when I lost it. Before I could even think rationally, I began attacking them both. I slapped him on the head and pulled her hair. It wasnât long before two movie theater ushers rushed in to stop my assault as well as ask me to leave. At the time I didnât give Ronnie a chance to explain what was going on and who the girl was. To be honest, I really didnât care who she was. All I knew was that my boyfriend, who had told me at least twenty times he loved me the night before, wasnât acting like it.