You're done with that leech. You downsize your apartment without telling him where you are. You sell your Fuwa Sho collectibles, the TV, anything but your basics. The couple at the darumaya graciously offer you a room at a low rate due to your excellent record as an employee with them. With a little extra money, you do something you've always dreamed of: get a makeover.
One orange bob later you hit the makeup store and get pink lip gloss that feels creamy and luxurious on your skin. This is what being a teenager is supposed to be.
The thought makes you freeze. You're free. You can do whatever you want now.
To continue with your revenge scheme, turn to page 12.
To do something for you, turn to page 8.