As usual, she acts like a complete bitch.

“I don’t know what your plans are for the evening,” she says, “But if you think you’re going to spend it cooped up in this dungeon of yours feeling sorry for yourself, you’re sorely mistaken.  It’s a beautiful day out.  Why don’t you go down to Burger King?  And don’t come home until late – I have a date with the guy who called from the newspaper yesterday.”

“Fine, I’ll go, and soon I’ll be gone for good because I’m going to become a famous artist and leave this crappy town!” you shout.

“That’s nice.  Here’s two dollars,” says your mother.