Extend the Story - Add a Room

You ignore your mothers calls and call your boss. There's no point in going to work, you'd only get fired. At least this way you have a chance.

"Maxine, where are you, you're late?" he says when he picks up. His voice is deep, it gives you chills. You fake cough.

"I'm sorry, Mr.Joe, I'm sick," you croak out, hoping it works.

"You're sick?" he says very angrily.

"Yes, I'm sorry," you say, hoping you don't lose your job. You need it. You can't stand living with your mother.

"Fine. I'm sending one of the guys over to make sure you're not lying. He'll be there in ten." Mr.Joe hangs up. You run back to your apartment, hair be damned.

Fuck. You need to be sick.

Run around and warm up so it feels like you're sick.