Project 7

Chapter One

The sunlight drifted through the cracks in the curtains, dancing over the walls above my bed. Sitting up, I begrudgingly pulled the covers off me and swung my legs off the bed, slipping my feet into the warm, fluffy, cloud-like slippers on the floor. I stood up and dragged myself to the bathroom, looking in the mirror to find my matted, messy, untamed hair all over the place after a restless night's sleep. Sighing, I grabbed the hairbrush from the draw and pulled it through my hair, occasionally yawning and making sounds of discomfort as the brush pulled at my hair.

My name is Inari Blackheart, I'm 23 and live in London near the Excel centre, I live on my own thanks to the help of my parents who helped me get this adorable one bedroom flat. It had the best view of London, you could see all the way from the O2 arena to the Excel centre from up here. My apartment was mostly white, which kind of hurt the eyes when the sun caught it in certain ways, but that was combated by the thick curtains and pretty lace sheets that covered the tall bay windows, they also had tall glass doors, so you could step out onto the balcony that wrapped round quarter of the building.

Once I got my hair tangle free and tamed, I pulled it into a ponytail, washed my face using my favourite strawberry scented face wash, brushed my teeth and then walked back to my room to get dressed for the day. Opening my wardrobe, I pulled out a plain black, fluffy hooded jumper, I then opened different drawers pulling out fresh, clean under garments, a plain black tank top, skinny black jeans and a pair of clean black socks. Pulling the clothing on, I headed to the kitchen/living room area and grabbed a cereal bar from the cupboard.

With the bar in my mouth, I grab my bag making sure everything was in there. Checking my phone for the time, I grabbed my keys off the hook beside the front door. Slipping on my converse, I grabbed my coat and left the flat, making sure all the lights were off first. Walking down the hallway to the elevator I bumped into the elderly lady that lived down the hall from me.

"Hey Mrs B, How's Tigger today?" Tigger was Mrs B's elderly cat, he was a sweet little kitty and I brought treats round for him every now and then. Mrs B didn't mind and enjoyed the company from time to time, we would sit and have a cup of tea whilst she talked about her late husband who fought in the war back in 1939-1945. She may repeat herself, but she likes having the company and its nice listening about how the old days use to be before all the modern technology took over and changed the world.

"He isn't doing so well at the moment, he is getting old now, older than even me, I'm not sure how long he has left, you should probably say your goodbyes before it happens." Her eyes were filled with sadness, almost the same sadness as when she speaks about her husband, who died a few years back, natural causes of course, he lived a long, happy life with his beloved.

"I will make sure to pop by later, I have to head to work or I will be late. But I will pop round as soon as I get back from work. I promise, ill even grab some cake to have with tea." I smiled at her and she nodded "yes, that would be lovely, which tea shall we have tonight?" I looked at her thoughtfully, thinking about all the different tea's she had introduced me to. "I think we should have Earl Grey tonight and I know the perfect cake to go with it" I smiled and she nodded in agreement, after saying goodbye to Mrs B, I headed to the elevator and went down to the parking level, I lived in a 20 story apartment building which has 5 levels below ground for parking, you have to pay extra for a parking space but thankfully my family helped me with that side of things. I lived at almost top, floor 17 to be exact.

The elevator door eventually opened, it was old and needed maintenance, but the building managers couldn't be bothered to do anything and were trying to get us tenants to pay for it ourselves but most of us that live here are either elderly, students or like myself, in college and working part-time. I walked past a lot of dusty, beaten up cars that had been sat there for who knows how many years, like I said, elderly people. After walking past a few different cars, I finally got to my precious, it was an Austin Mini Mayfair from 1983 that me and my father had found and spent years restoring. When we first found it, it was a run down, beaten up shell, me and my father found all the different parts to go on it and slowly built her from the ground up, she even had her name on the license plate. We called her Lita after our family dog who was sadly run over by a drunk driver when I was 7.