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From Goodreads:
Seventeen-year-old Anya Preschnikov wants to become a famous actress but she's faced with two problems. Her father ignores her and doesn't have any money to support her. At school, she's bullied on a daily basis, yet she believes that she will gain her stepping-stone to stardom if she's accepted by her peers.
All of this changes when Maria Hernandez--an immigrant from Spain--comes to Peach Valley Senior High. Maria knows what it takes to fit in. She's assertive, confident and she dresses suggestively, characteristics that all of the popular kids admire. Yet she sees in Anya what no one else sees: beauty and talent.
When Maria extends her hand of friendship, Anya is elated. Her rise to popularity is about to become a reality, but it ends at a house party when a boy's rude comment sends her into a rage.
Desperate to belong somewhere, Anya and Maria seek new friends outside of school. They meet Alex and Marissa, a young couple who eagerly welcomes them into their world of parties and drugs. Anya and Maria soon find out that Alex is a drug dealer, but they are so lured by his wealth, good looks and aggressive confidence that they can't resist his friendship. They don't know that Alex's gang is at war with a rival gang--one that's run by Anya's older brother, Adrik--until one incident puts their lives in danger's path. To make matters worse, Alex won't let Anya and Maria out of his sight. The two teens are forced to make a decision that's a matter of life or death.
I’m thrilled to be able to share chapter one of Ms.
Proach’s book which released in July of this year. Hope you enjoy it!!
To Be Maria, Chapter 1
Anya wakes, startled by the loud, repetitive beep of her
alarm clock. In a daze, she reaches over to the small night stand and slaps the
stop button. She groans, her tired eyes half-closed, while she slips out from
underneath the old, but comfortable blanket. Great. I'm so tired. If only I had two more hours - but no. When
there's no school, there's work, and that's even worse. I hate that I have to
get up at five-thirty every Saturday and Sunday morning. My manager always
gives me the worst shifts.
Anya
shuffles over to the closet. Unlike most other girls in school, she never
rummages through the closet in search of the perfect outfit. She rolls her eyes.
Oh God, here we go again: the same jeans,
faded tank-tops, baggy T-shirts, and sweatshirts. I can't wait until the day
comes when I throw away these ugly clothes. I just wish I had the money to buy
new clothes, fashionable clothes. Maybe then I'd fit in at school.
Anya traces
her finger over the delicate cloth of her one and only bohemian-style summer
dress. Even the dress is a hand-me-down, worn by her mother back in the 1970s.
But it's the only piece of clothing she loves; unfortunately, it's still too
cold outside to wear it. Thank God for my
imagination. I don't know what I'd do without it.
The things
Anya enjoys the most are brushing her hair and writing in her journal. These
are the only times she can let her imagination take her away from home. She can
pretend to be anything - anything but herself.
Anya rakes
her slender fingers through her long hair. Today,
I'm the daughter of a wealthy architect, so I'm going to wear a pair of Tommy
Hilfiger jeans and a green peasant top, the revealing one. Then I'll put on
that expensive necklace and those silver hoop earrings that Mom bought for me
yesterday. Anya frowns at her clothes. Ugh,
who are you kidding, Anya? Why even waste your time pretending to have
something when it makes you even more unhappy to realize that you don't have
it?
To get her
mind off her clothes, Anya looks at her mother's photograph, the one that
always sits on top of the nightstand. Every time she looks at the photograph,
she studies her mother's features. Her father used to tell her that she looks
so much like her mother, Ana Preschnikov, but until now she never gave it much
thought. Anya now realizes why her father used to call her Ana. Ana - who must
have been in her early twenties when this photo was taken - boasted the same
long, caramel brown hair, chocolate brown eyes, petite, heart-shaped face,
slender nose, and smooth, cream-colored skin. Anya often wonders what life
would be like if her mother was still alive. It has been so many years since
she passed away that Anya has forgotten what it's like to have a mother.
Sometimes she dreams about her mother, longing for the comfort of her tender
arms and loving words.
Her eyes
eventually shift away from the photograph to the journal sitting on the floor
in front of the nightstand. The front and back cover is of a soft blue and
leather. She received it as a Christmas gift from her best friend, Patrick, a
little over one year ago. Since then, she's filled it with her thoughts until
only a few empty pages remain; she's planned to leave those pages blank until
she purchased another journal - something she's decided to do after work this
weekend.
"Oh
heck, I can't wait until the weekend. I really need to clear my mind," she
whispers. She changes into a T-shirt and a pair of jeans, grabs the journal off
the floor, then walks over to the kitchen.
The kitchen
is messier than usual. Two of the cupboard doors are left open, the sink is
filled with dirty dishes, and the counter is littered with stale food,
wrappers, cutlery, and cups half-filled with juice. As she bites down hard on
her lower lip, she can feel the red creep up her neck and over her face. Damnit! Why doesn't my dad clean up after
himself? Why does he expect me and Sophia to clean up after him all the time?
She sinks into the nearest chair, breathing out a long, angry sigh. Her stomach
growls, warning that if she doesn't eat she'll spend the entire day tripping
over her words and suffering from exhaustion and a bad headache - something
she's endured several times in the past.
Anya leaves
her journal, then walks over to one of the open cupboards. As predicted, it's
empty - save one box of macaroni and cheese and a package of Mr. Noodles. Anya
shuts the door, then peers into the next cupboard; all that remains in there is
a box of Cheerios. She grabs the box, realizing that it's more than half-empty
but thinking that it should be enough to satisfy her until lunch.
As she
opens the fridge door, she hears a shuffling noise from behind. Thinking that
it's Sophia, she turns, ready for a round of confrontation; but it's her
father, who stands less than one foot away from the doorway. He's hardly ever
up this early, so Anya is surprised to see him. For the first time in a long
time, he's clean shaven, dressed in a red, button-down, flannel shirt that's
tucked into blue jeans. Anya suspects that his clothes are also clean because
she doesn't smell any foul stench.
Anya cocks
her left eyebrow. "You're up early."
"Yeah,
I got a new job."
"Where?"
"At
Home Depot."
Anya purses
her lips. That's not a step up from your
last job at Canadian Tire. "Cool. Is the pay better?"
"Yeah,
enough to get me by."
Anya
narrows her eyes. "Well, I hope you last at this job," she says,
slamming the milk and Cheerios down on the table. It's enough to get us by, you self-centered jerk. I hope your new boss
doesn't fire your dumb ass like your last boss did.
"I
think so. You gonna clean this up?" he says, pointing at the counter.
Anya glares
at him. "Uh, no."
"Why
not?"
"Because
you were the one who made the damn mess. That's why!"
He casts
her a sharp look. "Don't talk to me like that, young lady."
"I can
talk to you however I want!"
"Fine
then, be that way. I'm off."
"Clean
your stinking mess when you get home from work!" Anya yells after him. She
slumps into a chair, her eyes brimming with tears. "Don't cry. He's not
worth it. Don't let him get you down," she whispers over and over again
until the anger ebbs. But when she looks down at the diary, the feeling
returns. She flips through it until she comes to a blank page.
'February 17, 2003. Dear Diary,' she
writes underneath the date in the top left corner of the empty page.
'This day is not off to a good start.'
She then
writes about her dad, describing him using every foul word in the English
language. Once she's spilled her anger and frustration onto the paper, she
breathes out a huge sigh, which makes her feel much better. She doesn't want to
spend every minute of the day thinking about the people who get her down.
'I'm sorry I used all that bad language. I just
needed to let off steam. Anyway, it's time to tell you about the good stuff in
my life.
'I'm still really excitement that I
got accepted into Mr. Hawthorne's advanced acting class. I know, I already told
you this - Patrick's sick of hearing me say this - but this is the best thing
that's ever happened to me. Mr. Hawthorne doesn't accept anyone into his
advanced acting class. Over a hundred students auditioned this year, and out of
those auditions he chose only sixteen students to be in his class. The fact
that he chose me over several other good actors is a huge gold feather in my
cap.'
'Every year, Mr. Hawthorne sponsors
one student to attend Vancouver Film School. His sponsorship pays for one
year's tuition. This will give me a huge start to my career. I'm busting my ass
to show Mr. Hawthorne the best of me because I'm determined to be the recipient
of his sponsorship.'
As Anya
pauses to flex her wrist, she steals a glance at her wrist watch. It reads
seven 'o' clock. Thankfully, there's still some spare time to write; she hasn't
told her journal everything she needs to say.
'There's this new girl in school. She's our
age, and she's in our grad class. Her name is Maria, and she's from Spain, the
country everyone seems to think is cool. There's so many Spanish people who
live in this city that it's no wonder why most of them go wide-eyed when they
think about Spain. I've never been to Europe, but I imagine that Spain's a
beautiful country, though I don't think it's any better than any other country
in Europe. Or every other country in this world, for that matter. I think it's
the way Maria dresses and the way she acts that everyone finds so attractive.
Well, the popular kids mostly. She's been at Peach Valley Senior High for only
two weeks, and she's already at the top of the popularity chain. Patrick thinks
she's a slut, an easy layover. That's why all the boys are so gaga over her.
But I don't know if that's true. I personally think she's drop-dead gorgeous.'
Anya's eyes
droop when she thinks about Maria.
'Her
clothes are so stylish. I wish I had those kinds of clothes, and - I know I say
this almost every day - I wish I was as popular as her. I'd like to get to know
Maria - she'd be the coolest friend I'd ever have - but Carly beat me to it.
Carly befriended her the moment she set foot in Peach Valley Senior High.
Maria's in two of my classes, and sometimes I see her in the hallway, but she
never says anything to me. It's no wonder why, though. She's Carly's friend.
Anyway, I think I've told you enough information for one day. I gotta get ready
for school. Until next time.
Love
Anya.'
Deanna
Proach graduated with a Bachelor of Arts in History from the University of
Northern British Columbia in 2008. She initially trained to become a teacher,
but decided, in her last year of post-secondary education training, to pursue a
career in writing instead.
Since then, Proach has written two novels, both of which have been published: DAY OF REVENGE (Inkwater Press) and TO BE MARIA (PULSEpub.net).
When She's not writing, Proach is actively involved in her local theatre community as an actress, and she's learning the art of medieval sword fighting (not with real swords of course).
Since then, Proach has written two novels, both of which have been published: DAY OF REVENGE (Inkwater Press) and TO BE MARIA (PULSEpub.net).
When She's not writing, Proach is actively involved in her local theatre community as an actress, and she's learning the art of medieval sword fighting (not with real swords of course).
Stalk Deanna:
To Be Maria can be found at:
So whatcha think? Wanna nab a copy? It’s on my
(LONG) to-read list. Looking forward to it!
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