“Angelina, come back her young lady!” My mother shouted across the room at me. I ignored her as I stormed out. She gave up, but father was never that easy to get rid of. I heard him get out of his chair and follow me. “Leave me ALONE!” I shouted as I ran towards the stairs. I hurried up them as fast as I could, trying not to step on Julie’s dolls. Father was not giving up easily, he was right behind me. I ran faster, and made it to my room. I slammed the door and locked it. Then I moved my dresser infront of the door, knowing father could pick locks. He gave up and stood outside my door. “Angelina, open this door right now! Or else young lady!”

“Or else what?! You’ll take away my phone privlages? You’ll ground me?! You have nothing to take away from me father! I have no friends to call, no family to smile with! Father I know the truth!” I scremed at him. I knew that he didn’t love me. And all because I was never the teenage genius he was. Julie is 3 and is already way above average, Johnathan is 12 and is already doing graduate work, Hera is 14 and has the highest IQ in the world. But then there’s me. Angelina Fowl, avergae child, not popular, not on any teams, I don’t fit in to any groups. I’m me, and no one can except that.

“Ange you know that your mother and I love you for you,” he said calmly. It sounded like he was trying to coax me back out, but I was stubborn. I wanted to give him a hard time. “DO NOT CALL ME ANGE!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. If he actually took the time to get to know his first child, he would know that when you call me that, it puts me over the edge. “Go away father! I hate you! I hate all of you!” I yelled. I had never said that to get him off my back but it worked. I heaerd his footsteps fade away. Then I could only hear silence. I sighed and got out my suitcase. I grabbed all of my clothes and stuffed them in, along with everything I loved and needed to survie. I got out a pad of paper and a pen. I was sick and tired of being a Fowl. I wrote,

Dear father and mother,

You do not love me, and I know that. I’m not a genius like either of you. Father I know you are dissapointed that I never had any talents or a high IQ. Mother, you have tried to help me, because for some reson you think I’m disturbed. But everytime you try to help you fail miserably, and make my hate for you grow. I’m not your daughter anymore, but truthfully I never really was. I don’t even look like you. My hair is brown, while you two have black and blond. My eyes are violet. That doesn’t even make sense. I don’t have your smarts. I’m going to lead a life of my own now. A different one where I have never been Angelina Fowl. Do not come looking for me. Good luck with the rest of your snobby lives.

(Give the next notes to Julie, Johnathan, and Hera)

Congratulations with all you’ve acomplished Hera. I’ve had enough with being a Fowl, so forget me. I’ve never been your sister before. I never existed. You are now the oldest Fowl child, so take care of Julie and Johnathan. Good luck with your life.

I love you a lot Julie. Remeber that. Mother and Father have made everything so difficult for me. Forget I ever was your siter, even though I took care of you for a year when mother anf father always had buisness trips. Make sure you show the world that you can rule it. I love you.

Johnathan, you are truly a genius. I want you to do one thing for me. Make sure that you give mother a hard time. Just make her mad a few times. I’ll always rember you John. Forget that I was ever your sister. Being a Fowl is to much, so I am leaving. I will never forget you.

I sighed and set them up in a row. Then I grabbed my suitcase, and the other large bag that I had, and I opened mt balcony door. I stepped out and threw my things down onto the bushes that were below my room. I walked back in my room and quietly moved the dresser out of the way and unlocked the door. I put on my heaviest coat to prepare for the cold night, and grabbed the rope off my bed. I slipped my tennis shoes on, and put some gripping gloves on. Then I walked out of my room and held the rope over the balcony. I let it unravel as I held one end in my hands. when it was done unravelling it was just above the ground.

I took a deep breath and tied one end around the balcony rail. I climbed over and grabbed tight hold of the rope, and slowly made my way down. I shimmied down it and tried not to look down. But I passed a window while I was going down and I saw my parents, mother was crying and father looked frustrated. I felt anger gripping my heart, so I continued down. When I made it down, I almost fell to my knees and started kissing the ground because I was happy I hadn’t ended up as a puddle of stuff on our yard. I picked up my bags and started walking toward the fence, ehich I knew how to get through without setting off any alarm or being seen.

I was just about to make my way around when a light flashed on me. I dropped my bags and pulled a knife from a secret compartment in my shirt that I always kept with me. But I saw a girl. No, she looked like a women, but she was the size of somebody still growing. She had black hair, and her eyes had that look in them that said, ‘I am crazy’. Before I could throw my knife at her, my knife was knocked out of my hands by two guys who looked like bodyguards. One twisted my arms back behind my back so violently, that I fell to the ground. The other put his hand over my mouth which muffled my screams. The crazy lady let out an odd laugh and the next thing I knew I was out cold.

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