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Dear Journal: I just had to tell someone and you're the only one... Take a look at this, my author Ey Wade has made it possible to buy my story directly from her!! I'm so excited because as an author/entrepreneur, it means she will get 90% of the profit. Of course, if you prefer you could also buy from the traditional places.

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

Debney's Interview with @EyWade~ When Character's Talk Back #comingofage #NA

Dear Journal: I just had to tell someone and you're the only one...
I don't think I ever told you about the interview I had with my author, Ey Wade. It wasn't as scary as I thought it would be, but I was able to share a little of my feelings with Ey and a scene from one of my horrid days at school.

Ey: Welcome back audience. Today, I want to introduce you to the newest member of the 'character society',  Debney Nichole Armstrong. 

Debney is from the YA novel D.N.A.  I'll let her tell us a little about the premise of the story. Turns to girl sitting across from her. Welcome, Debney. The first question I have isn't really a question, but an observation. After finishing your story I've come to the conclusion....

DEBNEY: Hold on,  before you start or jump into any conclusions, let me just say my story isn't the typical 'teen gone wild' tale. My story has a high school, drama, mean girls, gorgeous (male) best friend....wait." She laughs "Maybe it is a little typical, but I handle it better than many."

  Ey: That's the typical belief of most teens. Why don't you tell the audience a little about your family. Oh, and by the way, Debney has a journal where she shares all of her inner secrets and more excerpts from her story. Go here.

I honestly do believe you handle your situation pretty darn good, if I have to say so myself. I know I put you in some difficult spots and I am truly impressed with the way you took care of everything. You've even received pretty good reviews.

DEBNEY: I know, riiight! I'm stoked about those. Made the mess you made of my life worth it. Just a little.

Ey: Haha, yeah. Some times we just have to go with the flow when writing, Go on, tell us about your family.

DEBNEY: My dad worked hard at everything, except building a relationship with his family.My younger brothers were the average little kids, nothing special. My mom, well she was a little strange with a mean streak. For some unknown reason she never liked me. I could do nothing right in her eyes. Being an outstanding student and valedictorian meant nothing to her, she just didn't like me. At least that's what  believed until you finally revealed the truth. I have to say, I do love the ending you gave me.


On the night before a planned family vacation, she inexplicably excluded me. I wasn't too surprised because it was becoming her habit. We had a bitter argument because this one was so close to my eighteenth birthday. Of course I was angry and to get back at her I arranged a romantic dinner with her long time crush. Somehow, things got out of hand. 

Ey: I heard about your family's accident. I'm really sorry.

DEBNEY: Yeah, well you wrote it the way it was and I guess, things happen, sometimes relationships in families end tragically. People leave; parents die, and lives change. But does it all have to bring out the skeletons in the closet?

 EXCERPT:

She could never get away from the circumstances of her life. Her only wish at the moment was to get into the restroom and behind the doors of a stall before she broke down and cried. But, as usual, it wasn’t her luck. The girls, who were at the sink washing their hands when she entered the room, rushed back into empty stalls and those about to exit stalls stepped back in, their uniformed laughter cheering her undoing.
Those four were the main pain to her existence.

Where she had walked in the restroom feeling pity for her situation and hanging on the verge of tears, she now felt blinding rage. For nearly nine months she’d put up with their ignorant picks, taunts and their meanness as a deserved punishment for wishing her family dead. What she had failed to realize, her punishment did not include the right to let them focus their persecution on her innocent baby.

This group of girls, which usually included Fabeola, had made it their daily mission to find a way to humiliate her. They'd pushed her down the stairs one too many times, and only because of the unforeseen luck of always finding someone standing in front of her, she had not fallen too hard or been hurt.

Just the day before, this same callous act of holding the stalls had caused her to wet herself and miss all of her afternoon classes. Today she was prepared. She’d made an elaborate plan the night before, and payback was going to be a ‘muther’. She was tired of being a victim and tired of sitting back, letting others treat her as if she didn’t matter. It was time she stood up and protected the child she was carrying.

Stuffing the drains of the six sinks with paper towels, Debney turned on the water full force and watched as they filled quickly and began to overflow.

The girls in the stalls, so proud of themselves with their laughing and cruel jokes, missed the sarcasm in her voice as she repeatedly begged loudly for them to come out so she could go in. Every word from her caused them to get louder and more rambunctious. Like idiots, they banged on the stall doors and laughed loudly. Unzipping the side opening of her back pack, Debney pulled out a wide roll of grey packing tape.

Banking on the fact their loudness was drowning out the sound of the tape tearing, Debney moved quickly to tape the doors of the stalls shut. She knew it probably wouldn’t hold them in long and they wouldn’t drown, but it would make a point. Pulling a tube of lipstick from her purse, she wrote a message on the mirror making it plain she was no longer playing. When she felt the water rising at her feet, she smiled at her success.

"Fine, stay in there for all I care. I hate all of you and I’m tired of taking crap. I’ll stay here as long as you’re in there."

"Go ahead."
"We’re not the one that has to pee."

"And we sure aren’t going to be the one who pees on herself."

And the jokes and laughter continued. If she had felt an inkling of remorse for her actions, it was now gone. Pushing the tape back in the side pocket, Debney pulled the typed ‘do not use’ sign from her bag and slapped it to the outside of the door as she walked into the hallway. Just before she walked away, she turned back and rammed the rubber door stop under the door to mimic of one of the tricks they had played on her.

Shouldering her way through the chattering students rushing through the hallway to their last class of the afternoon, Debney smiled to herself. She barely made it through the door and squeezed her big belly into her seat and under the desk before the bell rang.

She was flipping listlessly through the pages of her American Literature book, when three of the girls from the restroom entered the room followed by the senior guidance counselor.

Debney’s gaze never wavered from the counselor's face. She listened to the squishy sounds made by the shoes of the girls as they crossed the room to their desks and snickered. She tried not to laugh out loud when the one sitting closer to her swung her leg to cross it at the ankle and the water from the soaking hem of her jeans splashed onto the calf of the girl sitting in front of her. The accompanying protest and complaint was immediately quieted by the whispered explanation. Within seconds, the bathroom incident was shared with the entire class and all faces were turned in Debney’s direction.

 The ensuing rush of bitter, stinging comments of outrage and taunts were cut into silence by the upraised voice of the counselor.
"Debney Nichole Armstrong, will you follow me to the office please?"

Without a word, Debney slid out of her seat, sighing in frustration because she had to struggle a bit to pull the backpack along with her, its cumbersome shape and weight causing her to bend and lift to get it through the small opening between desktop and seat of chair. As unintentionally as it may have seemed to the class, she swung it out just in time to smack the pointed end of the pen out of the hand of the girl sitting across from her. With repetition came knowledge. She had been stuck too many times and as she had said before, she was tired of taking crap.

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In the spirit of Juno by Diablo Cody-


D.N.A. is the story of a teen surviving through the

questionable death of her highly dysfunctional family,

bullying from peers,and an unplanned pregnancy.


D.N.A. pulls no punches at being

an NA drama filled with

angst, heartbreak, suspense and deep

love.

My Life on the Brink

D.N.A. is a truly poignant story that will have you shedding a tear and cheering for joy. DJ Weaver | 2 reviewers made a similar statement
This book is intended for Young Adults but it is a great read for anyone. Debra Johnson | 3 reviewers made a similar statement
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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.
A highly recommended read!


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