Fate's Redemption by Brandace Morrow Page B

backside.
You've got something sticking out. Looks like you forgot to wipe,"
my dad reports as my van explodes in laughter that is music to my
ears.
    We all share the same sense of humor, and it
gets pretty vulgar sometimes. Sebastian would hate it, but we have
a lot of fun, and they know when it's appropriate.
    I tell Jet, "There's something else in there,
big guy."
    He digs into his backpack and pulls out a
director's clapper with a dry erase marker attached.
    He snaps it shut a few times. "So. Cool."
    "Now you can yell action and cut when we're
taping. Write down your name where it says D I R, that's the
director." Multipurpose; he practices his handwriting, it's easier
for all of us in editing, and he feels included.
    Trigg says, "Wait a minute. You got us all
movie stuff. Why is that?" Suspicious, smart child.
    I turn in my seat so I can meet their eyes.
"A few reasons. I want you to have fun. You're my kids, so you
enjoy this stuff. And it's going to be summer soon. Moving, we're
going to have tons of videos to shoot. Things like home improvement
I'm sure, daily life on the farm, cooking, canning, fishing,
horseback riding at your gran's house. This is a big change for us,
and our viewers might not know how to do the stuff we're going to
learn to do. We can teach them."
    I’ve never done this before. I've always done
it myself, with them as extras or assistants in my videos. They've
never been the main person before. I'm nervous, but a lot of
viewers have kids their age.
    Harper jumps on what I've eluded to. "Are you
saying we get our own channel?"
    Trigg sucks in a breath, and I think he's
holding it. I look back at the three pairs of eyes that mean the
most to me in the world and nod. "I have conditions. Number one.
If, and I mean if, you can do a good job, which I know you will.
Number two. You don't tell anyone where we live. Number three, you
stay on point and don't bad mouth me or each other. Number four,
your grades stay up, and chores get done. Oh, I have to approve
everything before posting it."
    I get yells and screams and hold up a hand
for silence. "That means I have the password, not you. You show me
the videos, and I'll upload them for you."
    They all eye each other like partners looking
for an investor then turn back to me in unison and nod. Jet holds
out his hand and I shake it solemnly before shaking the others’
hands.
    After that's done, I bug my eyes out at the
camera and then press play on my phone, letting Justin Bieber bring
us into Canada as the snow starts to fall.
     
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