Acoustic

Chapter 8

I groan, I moan, I whine but there is nothing I can do. I go up to my wardrobe, taking the piece of clothing off my mum. She smirks as I do this. "Hurry up, I have to leave in half an hour!" She lightly shouts, as I hand gesture her out my room. "Ugh!" My groaning session was complete.
I look..horrific! My first thought was as I look in the mirror. It was not as clean as it was, feeling and looking like 45 years. All the metal buttons were lose, some torn off, and others stayed on by a bright orange thread (which was when Sunny threaded it from before). The silk had patches and the ends came up to my waist. "Great" I sigh, turning away from the mirror and blindfolding myself in thought. I was not one for drama, I actually prefer Music, as I go to a music school. I trail out the door and into Sunny's car. She smiles, as she looks into the mirror. Her hands are placed perfectly at the wheel, and her foot is 1cm away from the pedal.
We turn up for Sunny's fifth day at work, with her face glowing with thought for the weekend. I sneeze into my tissue and clench my stomach, to make my new "plot" to seem more realistic. My life equals up to lies upon lies, turning into a pile of lies, and now a life's amount of lies. "How are you feeling?" Sunny sats to me, focusing both eyes on the road. "Not so good" I manage to spit out, faking a cough. Now this is just the cherry on a cake of lies. *Cough cough*.
We get to a tall building of flats, with a Victorian-style look to it. It was light grey, with dark grey bricks for the outline of the windows. I look up, stretching my neck, as I'm only 5"4. "Whoa" I think out loud. I put my hand in the suits pockets, feeling a hole at the bottom. Mum walks in front, and knocks on a brass door knock. I turn behind me to see a catastrophe on the car. In blue graffiti, there is a "Paula's Plumbing" on the side. All the letters are uneven, and it's only because I got good eyesight I can read it. There is also a telephone number at the bottom of the car, but half of it ran by rain. "Mum" I point out, what is that?" "Oh that honey is my hand-graffitied advertisement for my workplace. Now I don't have to rent an expensive van. "Oh.." I nod my head slowly. "What do you think of it then?" She rapids, leaning her head closer to mine. *Cough cough* "Sorry mum, I got a sore throat" *Cough cough* I manage to say, lying and changing the topic. As we paused, the door swung open. There was a lady with long black hair in a pale pink dressing-gown. She is not wearing any shoes. "Robert Avers?" Sunny speaks. "Third floor" She says, as I stare at her pale face. She is not wearing any makeup, and has many wrinkles on her fore head. It looks like she lives alone. "Thank you" I reply, following mum up the wooden steps. We reach the third floor and knock on a bright red-painted door. "Come in" I grumpy voice comes from behind it. I follow Sunny and close the door on the way in. Quite a young man was looking at Sunny. He had a shaved head, and bright blue eyes. "My sinks broken" He shouts at us, and points to the sink...