Like when she’s reassuring her friends she wants nothing to do with former best friend Ben Moorland, who’s returned from god-knows-where, and fails. It doesn’t take long for Quincy to realize the only way out of the game is to play along especially since Death can find her anyway, anywhere, anytime. She’s supposed to enjoy her sophomore year, not learn about some freaky future Destiny says she has no choice but to fulfill. There’s no way sixteen year old Quincy Amarante will become the fifth grim reaper. Now, before we get to the last question, let’s look at L.S. I played softball, basketball, and was on the track team.

It took me many places I wasn’t supposed to go. And her last name was Murphy too.īut I loved my car. There was a girl a year behind me who had the exact same car, sans dents. Something happened with the chemicals, and the boy who was the chief caught himself on fire. Every home basketball game, Chief Stomp ‘Em would come out with a lit torch. “Let us work and fight for Clark County High, Plus, I made a lot of friends from other schools in my down time. Not to brag, but I was undefeated in conference and districts. Nothing’s better than being on the _ team

If that doesn’t get you interested in this brand new author, check her out at all these other places: One guy in my line (we were split into several groups) went the entire week in the same clothes without showering. These girls were seniors, and I was a lowly sophomore. Since I was the only person from my school to go, I ended up rooming with a small group of girls from Ankeny, Iowa. It was held on the campus of Northeast Missouri State University, now known as Truman State. I went to band camp! Well, technically, it was drumline camp, but same dif.

As a YA author, she must have some appreciation for or love of the teens years, right? Why might that be? Something great? Let’s see! L.S. Murphy, here to talk about her teenage years.

One More Day by L.S. Murphy