Angela is convinced that she is adopted.

My name is Angela. On the surface I am pretty much an average 8-year-old with two many freckles, but in fact I am much more special and imaginative than you might think. I just do my best to deal with life's ups and downs, of which the biggest is a certain pretend French, know-it-all Nanette-compoop. And who I hope will fall into a volcano and be spit back up into space where she would float aimlessly until a satellite crashed into her and sent her hurtling back down to the French sea where she would scream for me to save her and I would do so only as a favor to the fishes who could no longer stand her whining. And that's about it.