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2# – A Snip From Our Book – What do you think?

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Ordinary Day

“Are you going to get started with your day or do I need to light a fire under your butt?” Faith’s mother interrupted with no regard to the day-dream she was enjoying.

The morning had just started and Faith was enjoying a moment of peace by the window in her front room. Between school work and a busy social calendar, it seemed like she didn’t have much time to sit around to think any more. She knew that there was a pile of books waiting on her but she would rather continue watching the golden Aspen leaves flip around in the breeze. They looked like butterfly wings fluttering around the tree branches.

Her mom’s grouchy question couldn’t break her concentration from the world outside the window for too long. She did her best to block everyone out of her quiet time. Faith was trying to figure out how to paint the colors of the leaves. She wondered if she could mix water-color paints to match. The leaves were stained with fiery reds, saturated yellows, and burnt oranges. The neighborhood was lined with Pine Trees and Douglas Firs that were holding on to their green foliage. They helped to round out the full picture of Fall.

The air outside had shifted from clean crisp summer days to the fragrance of fallen leaves. Faith could smell the smoke from wood burning fireplaces. The tempo of everyone’s lives had changed from the slower pace of “relax and enjoy” to running around with busy school schedules and weekend soccer games.

The thought of everyone’s busy lives made Faith sigh. She picked up her hot chocolate and took a sip.

Faith was 13 years old and a fairly normal girl in the eighth grade. She wore her red wavy hair in a messy mound of a bun on the top of her head. As she sat there, she adjusted the head band that kept the annoying stray hairs out of her face. She stood about the same height as her class mates so nothing really stood out about her appearance. Except for her firey red hair.

“Yes mom,” Faith answered as she dreamily looked towards her mother. She decided to not let her family sour her day and put on an upbeat artistic expression. She waved her hand through the air as if she were holding a brush on a canvas and continued, “I was just trying to figure out how to paint the trees.”

The sarcastic reply that she gave her mother made Faith giggle under her breath. That was the motivation she needed to get her day started. Faith stood up with her drink and walked into the kitchen. Her nose was greeted by the smells of her sister’s cooking.

The kitchen was filled with the aroma of freshly baked bread and cut herbs. Faith’s sister, Annmarie, seemed to have a knack for waking the family up with a new food creation for breakfast. Faith always thought that Annmarie was trying to share her love in the food.

Today’s creation included an egg Quiche sprinkled with Cheddar Cheese, Parmesan Cheese shavings, a pinch of Rosemary, and a few scraps of shredded roast from last nights dinner. Annmarie took the time to slice, butter, and crisp up each piece of bread from a fresh-baked loaf. Once the Quiche was cooked just right, Annmarie stylishly presented the food and handed her sister a plate.

Like her sister, Annmarie was 15 and had an average build with a head full of red hair. She wore her hair about the length of her chin and flipped it out to frame her face. Even though she was feeding her family like Betty Crocker would, Annmarie would rather be anything than normal. She did as she pleased and enjoyed pushing the perceived stereotypes that people had put over girls. She preferred to wear her hair a bit shorter and spikier and enjoyed dressing a bit edgier. She often pushed her mother’s comfort levels by asking for things like cartilage piercings or if she could date.

“I don’t want eggs,” Faith mumbled as she put her plate back onto the counter. She only wanted the bread. So she picked up the hot buttered toast and took a bite. The bread crunched in her mouth as the creamy butter coated her tongue.

“Good! More for me,” grinned Annmarie as she scooped up Faith’s Quiche from the counter and put it onto her own plate.

Today was the first normal feeling day that Faith or Annmarie had in a while. There father was deployed again and every time he left it seemed to make everyone crazy. The first few months and last few months were always the hardest and trying to stay focused was impossible. Having a family member just up and leave tended to leave a hole in everyone’s life.

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