Table of Contents First Generation - Abigail Innis 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 Generation 1 Abigail Innis - 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. "It's ... small." She muttered to herself, the edge of her lips curling into a snarl. She was tense, shoulders rolling up against neck. "Ugh..." She managed out, slamming the taxi door closed. The dirt path up to the door was overgrown with weeds, but at least it was short grass and the land was large. Only one large tree was nearby to offer shade to the front door. Abigail placed the key into the lock and turned it. Ah, so nice to have locks on her door. For some reason, she hadn't ever noticed them until now. The door opened and immediately, she could smell the cleaning supplies. The kitchen she walked into was immaculate! It nearly lifted her heart into happiness to see such a clean and shining kitchen. 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.