Drama For Teens Novels & Stories

When he carried the bowl carefully over to the sofa, Emilia had already started up Netflix on the television and was scrolling through movies. "Teen drama?" she asked. "Teenage problems always seem so trivial when you're a working adult." Zach liked the sound of that. Teenagers didn't have to worry about strange dealings with billionaire CEOs. Emilia selected the one with the lowest rating and Zach found it was very easy to lose himself in. The acting was awful as was the storyline. By the midpoint, he was laughing along with Emilia and had mostly forgotten about his troubles temporarily. *** Darien returned home to an empty and dark house. He might have paid many millions of pounds for an e

Drama class. Drama class was supposed to be optional. And yet there I was, sitting at the back, trying to blend into the ugly beige walls while half the class stretched like they were warming up for Broadway. Charlotte had told me it was chill—watch a few skits, maybe write a review, get easy credit. She forgot to mention it was a social battlefield. Especially when Sienna walked in, flanked by her Barbie gang. Blonde, devious, and always two seconds from ruining someone’s life. She spotted me and smiled. Not the friendly kind. The I’ve-picked-my-target kind.

As pretty as she is, she can really get violent and she almost got expelled because of her violent nature. Yuadoo Micheal, the girl with the strange name. When I first heard her name I was seriously laughing, Infact the whole class was laughing. Well this one is the sarcastic one. Her sarcasm is out of this world. She's smart and she's a very calm person. She has this I don't care attitude.

The handsome dude who's best friends with Irene Coker one of the most popular models in the fashion industry "So basically about this drama series." "It's surely going to be a hit with you both starring as the main characters." her mum said proudly. She knew that they were hot shots in the movie world so this wasn't so much of a biggie except that most people would go crazily obsessed with the series because it had them starring in it while some will die of envy. Whatever the case may be but that wasn't her main focus though, "Drama series?! This is my final year in high school. Should I still accept some drama series when i should be busy preparing for final exams?"

College is a clean slate for me, and with my newfound confidence and my ability to keep from standing out in the wrong ways, I find new momentum. It isn’t long before I land a small role in one of the Drama Club productions. Requiem at a Summer Cottage is a murder mystery and I play one of the supporting characters. Think Clue set in a beach house. It’s a fun adaptation and allows me to get my feet wet with something a little less intense than, say, a Midsummer Night’s Dream. I play a teenage victim of divorce who harbors resentment toward her stepmother, to whom the house belongs. It’s a lot of tit-for-tat with humor mixed in. There are four children total, and I have the fewest lines, whic

As much as I didn't like them they were really good dancers, but what caught my attention the most was their weird dress style which made them look like imaginary beings. “Yoh!” yelled one of the four weird teenagers who had a tanned skin and thousand earrings on her face, walking toward us. Her voice sounded deeper than that of Jack’s voice. Something was seriously off about her and her three friends. “Let’s leave,” I whispered to Apple who had frozen like a man cursed by Medusa. “You can’t just watch us for free,” she violently said. “Now cash up!” One of the three weird looking teenagers who had a pale skin and large holes on his pinna switched their small radio off, causing the other two

Like, really, really bad. Talia had gotten used to the insipid teen coming-of-age dramas that she usually got asked to do, but this one was even worse than those. It begged the question, why? Why did her father want her to do this piece of crap? The father's role wasn’t even that good. Talia could have maybe understood if the ‘father’ role was a standout opportunity for her dad, but it just wasn’t.

I had expected Davina's place to be a club house full of adults but I was awed when we walked into this graceful place, it was a full house of teenagers. I guessed immediately that they were out school mates. With the way they danced and cheered, it was obvious that everybody knew somebody.

The woman reached for it. "What are you doing?" Cael asked. "Maybe she's like us," said Damon. "Not everyone with the ability is like us, Damon," said Cael. "What's this card for?" Raven asked. Damon and Cael looked at her. "What company is this A? And what is a teen hunter?" Cael's eyes widened, and so did Damon's widened smile on his lips. Raven frowned at them. ----- "You should die." "Are you crazy?" Kyra said in shock. "I do not believe you."

It was my death certificate. Mom picked up a pen but didn't sign. Instead, she threw it heavily to the ground and tore the document apart until it was in pieces. She said, "I'm not signing it. Flora isn't dead! Why should I sign a death certificate for someone who's still alive?" Then, Mom yanked Cindy up from the floor. "Come home with me. Flora pulled this stunt when she was younger. She jumped into the river and made everyone think she was dead. And what happened? Didn't someone send her back the very next day?"