Chapter 2
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My first act of rebellion had me trapped in my room.
When I got up in the morning and found my door stuck, I heard my mom's voice from outside.
"Did you really think that after a few days of studying, you could do whatever you want? You don't want to go on this blind date, huh? Fine, we'll open the door when you're ready for it."
It was ridiculous. They never let me lock my door when I was a kid. They put a lock on the outside. If I didn't obey, they would just lock me in my room and wouldn't even let me eat.
I thought to myself, 'So this is how it's going to be, huh?'
They didn't realize that during the four years I spent at university, I learned much more than just academics!
I didn't shout or make a fuss. I quietly sat in my room until they both left for work.
Bang.
I heard the front door slam shut.
A smirk crossed my face as I packed a few changes of clothes, grabbed all my items, and tied the brand-new bed sheet my mom had bought for my return to the leg of my desk.
Five minutes later, I jumped out of the window, landed gracefully, and left without a trace.
Only the light pink bed sheet remained, fluttering against the wall in the wind.
They knew I hated that color, yet they still decorated my room in a cutesy princess style.
They did this simply because they assumed that as a girl, I should naturally love pink, dolls, and everything princess-themed.
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