“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?”