�You don�t seem very hungry. How was your day?�

�It was fine Daddy.� My father tilted his head and looked at me concerned.

�Really. It was fine.� I said, trying to sound convincing. It didn�t work.

�I know it�s hard for you, Angela, but this time we�re not moving. We�re staying here in New York. Ok?�

Sure we were. How many times have I heard that one? �Ok, Daddy.� I mumbled. I forced a smile. My dad had enough on his mind. I wasn�t going to be a nuisance.

I guess I shouldn�t complain. People tell me I�m lucky. My father�s jobs takes him all over the world. I�ve been practically everywhere and I�ve experienced more than most people will in their lifetime and I�m only fourteen. I�ve also had a first-class education, better than most people�s. People also say I�m too defiant. They say it�s because my mother�s dead and I�ve had no one to teach me how to be a proper lady. They say that education of mine has put too many ideas in my head. I wish they would shut up.

�May I please be excused?� My father frowned. �Please?�