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"D.N.A.- Nothing Would Ever Be The Same" by Ey Wade on Ganxy

F'ing Around Can Change Your Life

If I could change things, I think I would.
 Sometimes I sit on the windowseat in my dead father's office rubbing my huge, pregnant belly. As I watch Giante' doing the familiar chores around his mother's yard. I never realize I'm crying until the tears splash and spread upon the empty page of my journal.


"How can you handle everything alone, Debney? You’re really just a kid. Get over the guilt of the party and relax more. I’ll stand by your side. I can’t fight for you or your reputation at school if you refuse to stand up for yourself. I can’t continue listening to the way they talk about you. Some of the things they have been saying about you make me--"
"Do you think I care what other people think of me?" Debney moved away and grabbed herself a canned drink from the refrigerator. In irritation she slammed the can on the counter. "There’s nothing in this world I can do to redeem myself. In the eyes of every student at school I’m the slut who slept with at least eight boys in one night. And they’re the ones I remember. An enormous feat for someone who was a virgin before it all started. Maybe I didn’t do it with all of them, but I do know they were at the house. Can you even imagine how this makes me feel? I can’t even look anyone in the face when I’m walking the hallways. The girls smirk and whisper and play asinine tricks. The guys full out laugh, point and call me names. Some of them make the cruelest suggestions. I won’t mention the incidents every time I go to the restroom or what happens if I happen to find myself alone in the hallway with a guy. To make it all worse, when I go to class I get these looks of sympathy and or disgust from the teachers. I don’t know how to act anymore. Should I be bold and slap people around or timid and hide my shame behind my books or hair? You even backed away from me for a while. I’m scared. I’m alone in more ways than one and today was the first day I felt the baby move and I had no one to tell."
"What? What did you just say about a baby moving?"
"I think I’m pregnant. No, I know I’m pregnant."
"Oh my God, Debney, what are you going to do?"
"I dunno, have a baby." She took a sip from the foaming can of coke she was holding.
"That’s it? That’s all you’re going to say?" Nadine paced quickly around the room like a person on the verge of a nervous breakdown, alternating the actions of waving her hands in the air, stopping to stare at Debney in disbelief and raking her fingers through her hair. In her excitement, she stumbled over the pillows and landed flat on her face in the middle of their softness. The crash not stopping her tirade, she flipped over and continued ranting, "You’re not going to cry? Go into hysterics? If it were me, I wouldn’t know what to do or who to tell. Are you really sure you’re pregnant? Have you taken any tests?"
"Yes and I already did the crying and ranting, but nothing changed. I’m still pregnant. I called the only person I knew I could talk to. This isn’t something I could have just texted."
"Maybe you took the wrong kind of test. Let’s go and get a different one. This just can’t be happening. How can you sit there and be so calm? I would be so scared." She jumped up and held her arms in the air in exaggeration. "Hell, no I wouldn’t be…. I would be dead. My parents would kill me."
"Well, unless my parents decide to return from their heavenly destination, it’s safe to say they won’t be coming to kill me."
"Damn, Debney I’m sorry." She joined Debney on the couch and placed her arms around her shoulders. "I keep saying the stupidest things tonight."
"No, you say exactly what I figured you would. Why do you think I called you over? You are the most normal thing left in my world."
Without warning, Debney began to cry. Like a thunderstorm that suddenly appears, her tears came in torrents. For a moment, she found comfort in her friend’s arms, but the emotions she had been holding inside rushed through her, and she could no more hold in her flood than a beaver’s dam could hold in Niagara Falls.
She rolled off the couch and buried her face in the pillows on the floor in an effort to squelch the screams that wanted to break through. She felt as if she were losing control of her very mind, and nothing Nadine offered as comfort helped. She couldn’t stop crying. She cried for what seemed like an eternity until she heard the stern voice of Nadine’s mother near her ear.
"Okay, Debney. Stop it." Mrs. Cook turned Debney over and shook her by the shoulders. "Get a grip on yourself."
Shocked at the woman’s sudden appearance, Debney squelched the tears just as quickly as they had started; looking questioningly over Mrs. Cook’s shoulder towards Nadine who stood hovering behind the couch, arms pulled up to her chest and biting at her nails.
"I’m sorry, Debney I had to call her. I didn’t know what to do." Nadine twisted her fingers anxiously around the ribbon at the waist of her pajama bottoms. "You’ve been crying like that for more than half an hour. I thought you were having a nervous breakdown. I didn’t know what else to do. I thought all of that crying would hurt the baby."
Nadine covered her mouth quickly, but too late to take back the words. Mouthing an apology, she lowered her head at the one-eyed squint Debney aimed in her direction.
"You’re pregnant? Geeze Louise, Debney. When it rains it pours with you doesn’t it?" Mrs. Cook helped Debney to her feet and up to the couch. "Poor little thing no wonder you’re crying so much." She pulled Debney into her arms and rubbed her on the back. "Take a deep breath." She pushed Debney away until a small space was between her and the crying girl. "Nadine, don’t just stand there go and get this girl some tissues. She has too much leakage going on for me. Sorry honey, but I happen to like this shirt." Mrs. Cook wiped the wet stains from her shirt with a tissue, admonishing the sensibilities of youth while she did so.
"Maybe if you kids didn’t take life as a joke and think you can just do anything and everything without repercussions, you wouldn’t be sitting there leaking from every orifice of your face."
The absurdity of the conversation helped Debney to gain control of the sporadic shuddering of her body. Pushing the rest of the way out of Mrs. Cook’s arms, Debney accepted the tissues from Nadine and wiped her face. Such close human contact she just wasn’t used to and the oddness made her want to cry again.
"I’m alright, Mrs. Cook."
"Sure you are," the older woman agreed sarcastically. "You scare my child half to death and you sit in front of me looking like a ghost of your usual self. If you had heard Nadine’s voice when she called me…." Mrs. Cook sighed dramatically. "I thought you’d committed suicide or something. Old as I am, I had to run over here too nervous to drive my car. I must've looked like an idiot running down the street with my fat butt bouncing everywhere. Thank God it was only across the street or I could have died from the stress of the run. Afraid of what I would find when I got here. Do you even realize how many times I called your name just now?" She took a deep breath. "Are you sure you’re pregnant, honey? You’re really way too thin. Maybe it’s just grief you’re going through. Nadine said something about the baby moving. It could just be gas. Stress can cause havoc to the female body, sweetie."
Debney laughed a little.
"No Ma’am, I’m sure what’s going on inside of me doesn’t have anything to do with stress or gas. I only look thin because I’m tall, 5’11 and 105 pounds. Besides, I can feel it moving and I have a pouch." Debney stood and raised her shirt to expose her near emaciated-looking body, poking out ribs and flat stomach.
"Girl, you’re delusional." Mrs. Cook laughed a little. "Sit back down. A pouch is what I have. Maybe you should come home with me tonight, the both of you. I can’t let you stay here by yourself."
"I’m not by myself, Mrs. Cook." She directed another of her one-eyed glares toward Nadine. "Nadine is spending the night, remember? I’ll be alright."
"I’m not talking about just tonight. You shouldn’t be living in a house without the company of living, breathing humans after so much tragedy in your life. And stop giving Nadine those looks. She did nothing wrong. She did exactly as she should have. A girl is supposed to be able to confide in her mother and if not her mother, then in someone she can trust. Not to be disrespectful of the dead, but I always found your mother lacking in the caring department."
"I know Mrs. Cook, you told me often enough. There is so much more than the cold heart that was wrong with my mother. She was so deranged, I can’t even explain. Besides, I wouldn’t have talked to my mother if she had been here anyway. Nadine is my choice of confidante. I’m sorry I scared her, but I have control of myself now and everything will be fine from now on. It’s just been a long time since I really talked to anyone and Nadine is the first person I told about the baby. I guess I’m being what they call ‘hormonal’. If I hadn’t felt it move for the first time today, I probably wouldn’t have bothered her either. There’s just so many things going through my mind and I just felt overwhelmed. Anyway the therapist said it’s good to let things out."
She added that part for the benefit of Mrs. Cook, in the hopes that if the woman believed she was getting help, she would leave the house with peace of mind.
"You’ve been seeing a therapist?"
"Yes, every Saturday morning since I got the news about my parents." She looked towards Nadine and quickly away. "I didn’t tell anyone because I didn’t want to seem crazy. My dad’s lawyer suggested it."
"A therapist is a good thing. What about this baby mess? What are you going to do?"
"Have a baby?"
"What? Is that all you’re going to say?"
Debney laughed softly and held up her hand to stop Mrs. Cook’s ranting before she even started.
"I’ve already heard the rant from Nadine. What else do you suggest, Mrs. Cook? Killing it is not an option. I’ve had enough death in my life."
"Aw Debney, I’m so sorry. I wouldn't dare suggest such a thing to you. I just want to know how you think you can take care of a child."
"I just will. I have it better than most girls in the same situation. I have money."
"It takes more than money to be a parent. You of all people should know that. I haven’t forgotten about your family. After you ran off on that crazy trip to Italy dragging my child along with you, I will never forget. Two unescorted girls and an idiot of a teenage boy on a spur of the moment trip across the world." She shook the memory away. "You think having money makes you indestructible? You still move without thinking, believing you’re indestructible. You’re the same child I’ve known all of your life. I worry about you all of the time, especially when you speed by the house in the mornings on your way to school. Why don’t you pick up Nadine and she can ride with you like you used to do? It would do you good to hang out with her again. Why are you choosing to live like a hermit? Everyone needs a friend and you will definitely need one in the months to come."
The girls looked at each other over Nadine’s mother’s shoulder.
"Naw." Debney looked Mrs. Cook directly in the eyes. "Then her life would really be a living hell."
"What are you talking about?" She looked from Debney to Nadine and back again. "Are the kids at school bothering you, Debney? Do you need me to go there and make heads roll? You know I will."
"I’m fine. I can handle it. Pretty soon they’ll find someone else to torture and they’ll leave me alone."
"Does it have anything to do with….you know, the party?"
Mrs. Cook whispered the last part and Debney tried not to laugh out loud. She really liked Mrs. Cook. Up until the beginning of summer she'd spent a lot of her days at the Cook home pretending to be a major part of the loving, rambunctious family and they had accepted her with opened arms.
"Yes, Mrs. Cook. It has a lot to do with that wild party and the crazy things I did while drinking and having unprotected sex."
This time she did laugh, when Mrs. Cook’s face reflected the shock she was feeling. She and Nadine had always enjoyed causing her to look that way. They would make up some of the most outrageous tales just to get her to respond in astonishment. The woman’s eyes would grow large and seem as if they would pop out of her head. And her mouth would make a perfect ‘o’ before she would go into a rant, and they would run out of the room laughing.
"Well, I don’t like it that you’re living here alone."
"I’m fine, Mrs. Cook."
"Obviously you’re not fine. Instead of living in that huge, nice home, you’re camped out in the back in a stupid pool-house like a servant. You’re crying like a baby and you’re pregnant. You need adult supervision. If you had had supervision--"
Debney stood up.
"I am fine, see. No more crying and I even feel like laughing and eating. I just needed to release a little of the pressure. I’m not really living out here," she lied blatantly. "I thought it would be different if Nadine and I camped out here just for tonight and--" She pulled Mrs. Crook from her position on the couch and pushed her to the door, no mean act when the woman weighed double what she did and used the fact to drag her steps. "I am an adult, Mrs. Cook. Don’t forget I’m eighteen now and legally able to handle my own life. I take care of the bills and everything needed to maintain the house. Come on, we’ll walk you home."
She clasped Mrs. Cook’s right hand and signaled for Nadine to grab the other. It was another one of their favorite and often used tactics to move the woman where they wanted her.
"Don’t worry. I’m not doing anything crazy tonight, Mrs. Cook," she promised once they had gotten the woman out of the door and onto the deck.
"Don’t think I’m letting you two get rid of me. I know this trick." She allowed them to walk her around the remaining chairs that had not fallen into the pool and towards the path near the bushes. "I’ll let you get away with it, just this time, but you come to the house before the weekend is over, and eat dinner with us. It’s been a while. You look like you’re starving and now that there are two of you--" She shook her head. "Now that there are two of you, you need to take better care of yourself."
"Yes Ma’am, I’ll come over for Sunday lunch, I promise."
"Don’t make a promise you don’t intend to keep cuz I’ll come and drag you outta the house. Go on back. I can find my way from here."
Both girls laughed and turned around. Linking arms they made their way back to the guest house.
"Things will never be the same again."
"Nope Nadine, they will never be the same."

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bullying from peers,and an unplanned pregnancy.

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In the wake of adversity Debney is put through the wringer, something that at her age should never happen.

But in this case it did and author Ey Wade did an excellent job with the plot and the emotional aspect.

I mentioned a dysfunctional family earlier, but the nice thing about this story is you don't realize the severity until the story unfolds. From every corner of her life Debney is challenged, and to see how she handles it...well you need to pick up this novel and if you know a teenager, place one in their hands for required reading.

Ms. Wade rolls out this story beautifully with impeccable timing. I was so engrossed and totally shocked at Debney's mother...the real reason I believe this book is called D.N.A.
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