"Beep, beep, beep!" the camera beeped because Faye had set it the night before.
"Hmmm…. Time already?" Faye asked herself as she hid her head under her covers like she had done every morning.
"Beep, beep!" the camera continued to beep.
Alright, alright, time to get up, Faye said to herself as she stretched out, still under the covers. Let's make this one count, remember Faye the camera is on, Faye said to herself as she got ready to come out of under the covers and talk to the camera. Here we go, she thought to herself and came out from under the pink covers to see the sunlight come in through her big window and shine on everything in the room. "Good morning me," Faye began to talk to the camera, "Did you sleep well? Did you wake up feeling good? Did the light, and the wind, and the smell, and the sound all seem like they're all brand new and fresh this morning? Is each and every cell in your whole body awake and alive now?" Faye asked as she got up out of bed still in her light blue pajamas. "Today you are who you are today see, you're still me but you're a newer version." Faye continued to talk as she walked over to the camera, picked it up off the table and began filming everything that was in her room. "Myself ten years from now. That's so far away it's almost impossible to imagine. Am I alone or is there a wonderful person next to me? Well knowing me, I'm sure you're causing all kinds of trouble for lots of different people. Sorry I don't mean too, but it's all right. That's part of life to isn't it? You're not perfect but you've got a lot to give. So remember I'll always be cheering you on," Faye said as she showed the last few things in her room and turned off the camera. Wow, Faye said with a sigh, "I hope that came out alright."
"Faye!" Faye heard her mother call from downstairs.
"Yes, Mom?" Faye yelled back looking at her door.
"Come down, breakfast is ready!"
"Ok!" Faye replied and went to change out of her pajamas. Mmmmm… bacon, eggs, and French toast! Faye thought to herself as she sniffed the air. Mom is such a good cook; she looked through her closet for something to wear. "Oh what should I wear? I have to go to the mall today with Makoto and everyone. I don't want to look bad," Faye said worriedly as she looked thought all her clothes. "Oh here we go, this should be fine," Faye said with a smile as she pulled out her clothes. "Yeah this will be perfect," Faye said as she pulled out a pair of blue jean shorts, a pink spaghetti strap shirt and a white short-sleeved shirt that buttoned up. "There that's good," Faye said as she looked at herself in the mirror, "I think I wont button it up," she said as she looked at the white short-sleeved shirt, "Yeah it looks much better not buttoned up."
"Hey, Faye!" her father called up, "Your breakfast is getting cold."
"Ok! I'm coming!" Faye yelled and ran out of her room and down the stairs.
"There she is," he father said with a smile as Faye ran into the kitchen.
"Good morning," Faye said as she sat down at the table.
"Good morning, did you sleep well?" Faye's mother asked as she set a plate of food in front of Faye.
"Oh yes, I slept very well. It was a beautiful night," Faye replied and began to eat her eggs.
"Indeed it was," Faye's father said as he sat at the table and read the paper just like every morning.
"When are your friends coming to get you?" Faye's mother asked.
"They said they'd stop by around 10," Faye replied as she put a piece of bacon in her mouth.
"Oh really?" Faye's father asked and looked at his watch, "Well you have a bit of time then."
"Yes its only 9:00," Faye's mother replied as she cleaned off the stove.
"Hmm ok," Faye said as she ate her breakfast.
"So are you excited about your trip tomorrow?" Faye's mother asked as Faye ate.
"Oh yes, I can't wait," Faye replied with a smile.
"Good, we're glad you're happy, Faye," her father said as he looked at the paper.
"Me too," Faye said with a smile.
"So do you have any plans for what you're going to do at the mall?" her mother asked.
"Nah, not really," Faye replied as she ate some of her egg. "Do a little shopping see a movie, that's about it."
"What movie?" her father asked.
"Umm… well it's really new, it's called The Notebook."
"The Notebook, I've heard of that movie. It's a romance movie and is said to be very good," Faye's mother replied.
"Yeah, that's why we are going to see it," Faye said with a laugh.
"Now Faye," her father began, "I don't have a problem with you dating a boy just don't let it get out of hand."
"He's not my boyfriend. We are just friends…" Faye said blushing a little.
"Sure…" he replied, "That's what your mother told her parents too."
"Dad!" Faye said embarrassed.
"Ok, ok I believe you…" he replied.
"Oh ummm… by the way… since we are going to the mall… can I have some money?"
"Depends on how much you are talking," Faye's mother replied as she took Faye's plate.
"Well enough for the movie and popcorn, and a drink… and maybe a little for spending…" Faye said.
"So you're saying about 20 dollars?" Faye's father said.
"Umm how about 25-30-ish…" Faye said hoping she wasn't getting herself in trouble.
"We'll give you 25 if you promise to clean out the basement when you get home from your trip tomorrow," her mother answered.
"The basement…" Faye replied not to sure if she wanted the money that bad.
"Yes, the basement," her mother said.
"Well…alright…" Faye said.
"Promise?" her father asked as he looked away from his paper.
"Promise," Faye replied.
"Pinky swear and a kiss," he said.
"O...k..." Faye replied and went to her father doing a pinky swear and a kiss on the cheek.
"Ok then, it's a promise," her father said, "here," he said as he pulled out his wallet and gave her two bills, a five and a 20.
"Thanks... I think," Faye replied as she thought about the basement.
"Alright now that that's settled. You might want to go wash the French toast syrup off your face, its 9:45. They'll be here in 15 minutes," her mother said.
"Oh yeah I should do that. Thanks, Mom. Thanks, Dad," she said with a smile and ran up to the bathroom.
"Silly kid, she can beg for money, but she doesn't even realize she has syrup on her face," her father said.
"Hmmm… you aren't one to talk," her mother replied with a smile.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Here," she said as she went into her purse and pulled out her little mirror, "Look for yourself."
"Huh?" he asked as he took the mirror. "Oh my," he said with a laugh. He had syrup in the shape of a kiss on the cheek from where Faye had kissed him just minutes before.
"Like father like daughter, unfortunately," her mother said with a sigh.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"Oh nothing," she replied with a smile and kissed him on the forehead.
"Great," he said looking in the mirror, "Now I have two kisses. One made of syrup the other made of lipstick."
"Yup," she replied with a smile and walked out of the room. "Be happy two girls love you. you should feel special."
"Women…" he said with a sigh as he wiped off the kiss marks.