Earl Sewell - The Keysha Diaries, Volume One

The Keysha Diaries

Volume One

A Keysha and Friends Collection

EARL SEWELL

CONTENTS

Feel free to send me an email at .

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 youre holding this book, I bet you cant 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 Ill 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 its 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 isnt pretty:

My grandmother is incarcerated.

My mother is about to go to jail.

I dont know who my biological father is.

And Im about to be shipped off to a state-run group home for at-risk teens.

And as if that isnt 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. Im serious. There should be a law against people like her.

On top of having to deal with that frenemy, theres 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 thats 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 One.

Keyshas Drama

Contents

Anyone who has ever struggled with poverty knows how extremely expensive it is to be poor.

James A. Baldwin

one

No matter how hard I tried to get Ronnies attention he wouldnt 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 wasnt 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. Thats 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 wasnt long before two movie theater ushers rushed in to stop my assault as well as ask me to leave. At the time I didnt give Ronnie a chance to explain what was going on and who the girl was. To be honest, I really didnt 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, wasnt acting like it.

The movie theater incident happened weeks ago. I hadnt seen or heard from Ronnie since that time because I had to move away due to a load of family drama that was going on in my life. During the time I was away, I cried a lot partly because of the situation my family was in and partly because I really missed Ronnie. Now that Id returned to my old neighborhood, I thought for sure Ronnie had missed me at least a little. I also wanted to give him a chance to explain himself as well as see if we could forget about what happened in the past and start over. Besides, Id heard that he was no longer with the girl hed been caught cheating with.

I tried once again to get Ronnie to acknowledge me. When our eyes finally met, I could tell he wanted me to disappear and forget that we ever had anything meaningful.

Why did you even come around here looking for me? he snapped at me as if the very sight of me irritated him like a bad skin rash.

Dont you bark at me like that, I shouted back at him. I thought youd missed me and I wanted to give you a chance to explain yourself. So, what happened between us, Ronnie? I asked straight out.

Ive already told you. Its over between us. Youre playing too many games, girl. Im just not into you anymore.

But why? What did I do?

Youre crazy for starters, Ronnie said and then was silent for a long moment as I waited for him to elaborate. Look, you just need to forget you even know me. In fact, just erase my name and face out of your memory.

How can you say that to me? After all weve been through? You told me you loved me and no matter what wed be together. You promised me, Ronnie, you promised me that youd never hurt my heart. I raised my voice at him. I couldnt help it because my heart was hurting. It didnt matter that we hadnt seen each other in two months, my heart was still broken and I wanted an explanation.

Look, girl! he said, pointing his index finger at me as if it was a weapon.

Oh, now Im just some girl? Whenever I got upset about something, no matter how calm I tried to be my voice would always express how I truly felt. Get your finger out of my face. I quickly grabbed his index finger and tried to twist it off his hand. I wanted to hurt him at that moment. I wanted him to feel the heartache and pain I felt. We tussled for a moment before he broke free of my grip.