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Our first character interview questions come from our beta readers.
Jada age 11: “Sethos, when Headmaster Frederick pushed the red button at the finale and you disappeared, where did you go?”
Sethos: “Well, there was a trap room below the stage. The trap room gave me access to the stage from below. A hydraulic lift is used to raise or in my case, lower someone below the stage. It kinda works like an elevator without any walls.”
Sara age 13: “Sethos, have you apologized to the contestants you cheated out of the competition?”
Sethos: The only one I cared to apologize to was my Godfather. All those contestants, they would have lost eventually. I just helped speed up their departure from the competition.
Katrina age 14: “So Liberty Lane, why are you Vegan?”
Liberty Lane: “I just can’t swallow (no pun intended) the idea of eating animals. I’m dedicated to preserving the life of all living creatures. Save the animals, save the world! I’m pretty much an animal super hero. Protecting the life of all animals, one meal at a time.”
Katrina: “What do you eat then?”
Liberty Lane: “It’s simple really, anything that doesn’t have a face, I’ll eat.”
Jasmine age 12: “Jamie Jo, did your parents get to see your performances when you were competing for the Royal Crown?”
Jamie Jo: “No, we done never had a TV, but after the competition, I got a couple jobs singing and so I got ‘em a TV. Competing for the Royal Crown has changed my family’s life fer the good.” An guess what? I’s took ‘em to see Graceland. They’s so excited. It was a dream come true.
Brenda age 11: “Calliope, do you feel like a third wheel when you are with Liberty Lane and Lincoln? I have two friends and when all three of us are together someone always feels left out.”
Calliope: “Oh, that’s a good question! I don’t feel like a third wheel but there are times I get jealous because they do a lot together I don’t get to do with them. But I know it’s because they’re family.”
Lincoln: “I couldn’t help but overhear Brenda’s question and Calliope’s answer. Have you heard the saying ‘the grass is always greener on the other side?’ It could totally be used here because there are times when all three of us are together hanging out and I feel left out because they’re girls and they have all these girl bonding stuff and inside jokes I’m not a part of. Or, they talk about BOYS and I really don’t want to hear them all goo-goo over boys.”
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SPOTIFY AND YOUTUBE PLAYLISTS
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Check out the Liberty Lane and the One Girl Rebelution playlists on Spotify and my YouTube Channel!
I’ve created a Spotify and YouTube playlist with songs from the book as well as songs and videos to encourage and build you up because let’s face it… being a girl can be tough.
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DELETED SCENES Here are a few of the scenes I took out of the book. Although I loved them, they didn’t bring the story forward and often stopped the flow of text.
This is the original beginning of Liberty Lane and the One-Girl Rebelution. But as I continued to write the story, the idea and story changed…including Liberty’s brother’s name as well as making Liberty Lane vegan.
It all started at the beginning of last summer…
Vacation started out mundane as usual—get up, eat breakfast, annoy my brother Harrison and spy on Will Magillacutti, my brother’s best friend. He is—like, super-hot. I mean—at least, uh, my friends think so. But today, I happily skip spying on Will because I get to spend the afternoon with my BFFs, Calliope and Lincoln.
“Mom, I was thinking. You know how my two favorite foods are peanut butter sandwiches and pepperoni pizza?”
“Yes…” she replied quite hesitantly.
“Well, since I love them both, it only makes sense they would taste good together. So, could you put pepperoni on my peanut butter sandwich? I believe it’ll taste delicious!”
“Liberty, that’s not going to taste good at all.”
“Um, Mom—yes, it w-i-i-i-ll.”
“Ok, if you say so,” my mom said with a smirk. She handed me the sandwich and leaned against the counter to watch me take my first bite. I could not wait to prove her wrong. Taking a bite, I began to chew and realized almost immediately, the sandwich was horrid. However, I would not let Mom have the satisfaction of knowing this. Instead, I visualized I was eating an In-N-Out burger. After my final, detestable bite, I said, “Thanks, Mom!” Then, with an expression I hoped would say “de-lish,” I threw my napkin away and fled to the living room.
Success, I thought to myself. Point, Liberty.
“Hey there cuz.” Making his way through the front door astride his long board was Lincoln. He rolled up to me, looking all Tony Hawk-ish.
“Hi Linc! Where’s Calliope?”
“She didn’t come with me. I thought she was with you.”
“Nope, she’s not here yet. But she better hurry—because there is something we need to take care of.”
Lincoln’s brow furrowed, his green eyes revealing his concern. “Uh-oh. I don’t like the way that sounds, Lib.”
“Don’t worry, I have a plan.” I said, trying to convince him everything was under control.
“That’s exactly why worry! Any time you have “a plan,” we end up in some sort of predicament. And you know it.”
Looking up at him, I raised my chin and with an air of stubborn indignation flatly stated, “Why, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Before Lincoln could respond, Calliope pranced into the living room, her long brown hair swishing as she swayed. Prim and proper, Calliope wore white tailored shorts, layered spaghetti strap tanks and flip flops.
“Hey guys!” She said before noting the bit of tension in the air. “What’s going on?”
Lincoln shook his head. “Well, it seems our best friend here has some sort of “plan” she wants us to carry out.
Looking right at me, Calliope raised an eye brow, “What kind of plan?”
“Oh, you know—, I said with a devious smile, “the kind that teaches Harrison a lesson.”
“What did your annoying brother do this time?”
“Well—he plays this game where he pulls on my ponytails and sings, ‘Milk the cow, milk the cow, milk it ’til she cries.’ Grabbing Calliope to demonstrate, I continued. Then, he YANKS both of my ponies so hard, I—well, sometimes, cry. It’s time to give him a taste of his own medicine!” I scolded.
Rubbing her head where I had yanked, Calliope quickly responded. “I’m in.”
“Fine.” Lincoln sighed with little enthusiasm.
Huddling them together I whispered, “Operation Shoelaces is about to commence. Here’s the plan…”
In the kitchen Harrison was talking on the phone. While he was preoccupied talking to a girrrl, Calliope and I slid across the kitchen floor on our bellies like a reptile before they had been warmed by the sun. With stealth-like precision, we approached our target. Calliope was in charge of the left shoe while I worked on the right. Once we managed to untie his shoes, we passed each other a shoe lace, uniting them together into one pretty bow. After backing out of the kitchen, retracing our slither, I gave the signal. Koo-koo-roo, Koo-koo-roo!
Lincoln, began to yell from the backyard, “Help, help! I think I broke my leg!”
Harrison immediately jumped up from the table and started to run. KABAM! He fell like timbered wood.
As I approached, I stood over him, pointed my finger at his face, and said, “Don’t play ‘Milk the Cow’ with my ponytails ever again!” I then kissed him on the cheek, tossed Calliope an apple from the bowl on the table, and happily skipped off.
Meeting out back, my cohorts in crime and I gave high-five’s as we laughed our heads off.
“I have to admit Lib that was pretty funny! Did you see the look on his face as he began to fall?” Lincoln tried to contain his laughter, but he couldn’t pull the stitch from his side long enough to talk.
Liberty Lane looked up toward the sky,”Up next, WORLD DOMINATION.”She gave Lincoln and Calliope a knowing glance and together they screamed,”Misfits, UNITE!”