Game Night

This morning was pretty dull; I had a dentist appointment then met Tyler at the local downtown pizza place (best pizza - and my favorite!). My teeth still feel raw.
I had to meet with my future voice teacher to work out a schedule... she was kind of a scatterbrain, but a complete doll. Already adore her!
I left my house around nine for game night at my best friend Eydn's boyfriend, Scotty's house (I like to call him Scotland). It was so fun!
It was just Scotty, Eydn, Tyler and me, playing Apples to Apples (such a fun game. Turned out hilarious..) and Barbie Uno-basically the same thing as Uno, just with girl colors haha.

I get home, and both my parents are awake watching tv and startle me as I walk in. It's completely dark, with only the minute light from the tv. My mom then asks, "what's up with all these late night outings?"
Come on, mother. I just got my curfew extended 3 days ago. Let me live a little!!!!
Then, she continued to say, "I don't want you using any of the cars." I say, "Alright that's fine, I'll just use mine." (because I borrowed my mom's car, literally have only 8 miles of gas in my car and didn't want to stop at a gas station at 9 pm haha.)
Apparently, I can't even do that. I can't use a car that was given to me that I barely drive over summer anyway. I have a brother that is almost 25 that just started paying for his own gas, a sister at age 20 who still doesn't pay for anything on her own, and me, newly 18, and they are trying to tell me that I need to pay for my own gas, and that I should use my own money. I would honestly have no problem doing that. I wish, so badly that I was independent, and wasn't completely 100% blackmailed by them for everything. It's like no matter what I do, they will find a way to hold something against me.
Isn't it supposed to be that the youngest one gets let off easy?

I feel like a bird with clipped wings.

xoxx