Prologue

"Bye dad, I'll miss you" I yelled as my father was about leaving for his flight.

How I wished u could follow him to the airport but my mum always thought of me as a small child and nothing else.

"I hope you do well in your business trip" I yelled again.

My dad was always smiling after he had received the good news, we would finally be like the rich people in the state, just as he promised me that everything will be Ok.

I had to acknowledged the fact that I would rarely see my father, possibly only when he come to visit.

But I did think it was better he traveled earlier, I was so going to miss him.

Just then my mum tapped me from behind and carried me away from the garage and into the house

"Come on, you know you have to get ready" she said, but I insisted on continuously waving him goodbye as he got into the car.

* 3 HOURS LATER*

" Ok" I overheard mum say during her conversation with the caller on her phone line "That's very pleasant news"

"Who's that" I asked innocently.

"Your Dad has just arrived at the New York City.

" Can I speak to him" I asked again in excitement

"Not now, you just came back from Anastasia's house" she replied.

"You have to freshen up and when you are done come down for a little lunch surprise, then you can speak to dad"

In seconds, I ran up to my room, freshened up and came down for lunch.

Dip and Chips my favourite.

*MONDAY MORNING*

"Wake up dear its morning and you have to prepare for school, you'll go late".

" What " I reply while yawning.

"Get up" she says and leaves the room.

I lazily struggle out of bed to prepare for school, and murmur to myself, does every Monday have to be school.

"I'm done mum" I yelled from my room "I'm done dressing for school".

" Then come down for breakfast " she replied.

After having breakfast, I looked out through the window and saw the school bus packed outside the porch.

" Bye mum, the bus is here " waving her goodbye.

*AFTER SCHOOL*

" Mum I'm back " I said wanting to tell her about my performance as the ballet lead.

But instead I see her crying as I pushed open the door.

"What's wrong" I asked, but she gave me no reply.

Suddenly she said "pack your bags we are leaving"

"But why" I asked confused.

"Your dad is dead" she said in fright.

"And we are not safe, he was murdered"

I stayed there in shock crying "what if mum was joking" I thought.

"You're joking right" I asked.

"Pack your bags, we are not safe here, we will relocate and I promise to protect you" she said.