GENRE: YA Science Fiction
Angel's parents were having "the discussion" again. She could tell because the decibel level inside the car had risen by 9.5 for the third time this week.
"I just don't understand why you think the public school is so wonderful," Angel's father said from the driver's seat.
"I don't think it's so wonderful," her mother replied. "I think Roxon Academy is so expensive."
"They're one of the top cyborg schools in the country. Of course they're expensive." He pulled the car down the driveway and onto the main road. Angel tried to calculate what factor might have increased the frequency of these arguments lately. Perhaps she had done something wrong again.
"And what do you get for that money?" her mother asked. "Bigger computers."
"You get experts on how cyborgs think, that's what." Angel's father slammed the brakes, almost missing a stop sign. The momentum pushed Angel forward. It must have been her. Although she had followed her etiquette protocol flawlessly, that did not always make people happy. With her parents, it often had the opposite effect.
"She doesn't need more experts," her mother said. "She needs to socialize with other teens. She can get that anywhere."
"Yeah? Well, maybe with less than a year left, I don't want to send her just anywhere." Angel's father fell silent as he checked for traffic and drove forward. Her mother did not wait for him to continue.
"Well, let's try to get Angel's opinion."
"Please don't ask her again. She'll just--"