Generation 1: Part 1

The lady stepped her heel out onto the sidewalk. Surely this couldn’t the place. It was nearly barren, a field of grass empty for this trailer of a house with gray panel siding and chipped silver windowsills.

The cornflower blonde glanced around the area with a snarl curling on her lips. “It’s small.” She muttered to herself. Both shoulders rolled up against her neck tensely. “Ugh.” She groaned, pressing her palm against the door of the taxi and easing her long pale legs from under her knee length skirt. The sidewalk was new, a chalky dust the only remnants of the cement trucks. The woman bent down to retrieve her purse from the backseat, then tossed a tip over to the driver. He offered a quick note of gratitude  before but she hadn’t heard it fully, quick to shut the door.

The sidewalk to the porch hadn’t even been placed yet, she considered, taking another glance around. The bright sun cast a glare on the windows, bright green grass recently laid down on the new property. At least the land was large, Abigail shrugged to herself and continued up the dirt path between the rows. To the right of the front door was a decently sized tree. It must have taken quite a bit of skill to transfer one of that size, but her uncle hadn’t spared any amount of Simoleons when it came to his favorite niece, or so he liked to say.

08-08-15_6-39 AM2She dug into her purse and retrieved the key, sliding it into the lock and turning it easily enough. Locks, those were something she wasn’t used to! Abigail let a sigh of relief go, shutting her eyes to take in the moment. Her uncle had guaranteed she would be safe here as if safe were possible inside her own mind. But here she was, in the new community of NewCrest, too far from Riverview to worry about any more unwanted guests. Jarred from her thoughts, a corvette revved past the lot with a man and woman who gave a quick wave.

Only the really wealthy had cars in NewCrest. She sighed audibly and stepped into the doorway. It was an overwhelming aroma of cleaning supplies and paint that hit her! Her nose wrinkled in protest, then she looked around the kitchen. It was standard. A long counter along the far wall, refrigerator, stove, and a table with chairs.

It nearly lifted her heart into happiness to see such a clean and shining kitchen. She was what some people called a ‘neat freak’ but she didn’t mind! A big grin swept over her face as she stepped in, her jean jacket and short skirt rustling against the cramped entranceway.

A few more steps and she explored the rest of the room. Simple, a living room with a couch and an easel, her bedroom with a single twin bed, and a bathroom with the basics. Well, at least the movers got exactly what she wanted in here. The bill was on the table. All of her Simoleons had already been transferred from her account.

She let out a sigh. It was better than where she came from at least… Newcrest was a brand new town still building up houses, businesses, and trees. Folding up the easel and taking it outside, she breathed in the heavy humid air from the canal. Plopping it down, she brought out her brush and took a good look at the house. It was time to begin her masterwork.

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5 thoughts on “Generation 1: Part 1”

  1. I loved all the detail you poured over this installment, I could visualize her getting out of the car and into her new home. Just beautiful. I am sure Abigail will be a success in this new place. Will enjoy getting to know more about her story.

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  2. This is a great first part of the story! It had me eager to keep reading, so was disappointed when it ended =)
    Love this, very descriptive and Abigail’s character is really interesting. Look forward to seeing your next update.


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