Chapter 2

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Had a tough morning, Abby forgot to close the door on the balcony, so she for a moment thought she was in Antarctica. Electronic scoreboard clock showed:September 15, 7:12 am. She got up a little later than usual. Special regulations were not available, everything was monotone, as usual, for the circumstances were measured. Today is Thursday, the week has come to an end before it is completed two days left, including today. The day promised to be quite common. Mouth Abby was dry, it seemed to her that she drank a couple of glasses of wine more than I expected. In her face had read a distinct reluctance to do anything today, but without compelling reasons to shirk work, she went to prepare Breakfast. Suddenly she remembered that yesterday she wanted to cook eggs and toast. For England that Breakfast is an integral tradition, preserved for so long. It's hard to imagine the average English family without toast and eggs for Breakfast. The famine was horrifying, the feeling was not the best. She had the feeling that someone was eating the inside. Abby lived in an apartment house on the street Coxter road, from the window you can see the magnificent panorama of the city, it consisted of ancient buildings, monuments, parts of the main road and Bath road. Hardly anyone passed through the street where Abby lived. The path to the center, the administrative buildings and sites passed through the other street, closest to the center. As you know Abby has lived in a decent distance from the city center, but not on the edge. The apartment was on the second floor of the house, the house itself consisted of 2 floors. Apartment Abby is the treasure, which combines sophistication, taste, space. A lot of nuances, a favorite of Abby, in seven years of living here give her life some meaning, because this apartment it recoup the investment and still bring her favor. Many have noted the originality of the interior, it combines minimalism with elements of Victorian style, strange, but, but guests Abby liked. The apartment was decorated in bright colours, making it visually more spacious. The apartment had two rooms and a kitchen. Bedroom used as a guest room, the hall was wide enough. This gave the opportunity to place in the hall of the bed, a small sofa, a TV, several armchairs, a pair of bedside tables and a coffee table, located near the sofa. Sofa worth a couple hundred dollars, such an amount as could not count on, because of this said the fact that the sellers could not accurately name the name of the manufacturer, this conclusion was made by Abby while buying a sofa, that was until until she sat on the sofa. She did it reluctantly myself, thinking that at any moment there can pop up spring. Her worries proved groundless, the couch was for sitting and relaxing. Inexpensive, comfortable, and attractive – here it is a perfect sofa for girls not having ample capital behind you, and wishing to furnish your home tastefully. The chandelier was the most striking piece of furniture, it was left over from previous tenants. Five lamps, decorated around all sorts of glass pendants bright red color. Kitchen, living room and sleeping area was located in the same rectangle, no partitions and dividers. If you enter the apartment, you immediately find yourself in the Studio (kitchen, hall, bedroom), on the right side there are two doors, the first leads to the bathroom, the second guest, however if you go straight through, never deviating, you run into the closet, which could fit two tall men, is exactly what Abby said a former landlord, in response, she said that men is the last thing you can find in her closet and they both laughed. The Windows looked out on both sides and it was convenient as view from both sides was just gorgeous. In the Studio there were three Windows, one in the kitchen and the second hall, the third near the bed. The window in the hall provided access to the balcony. Many years earlier, when Abby was still living in America, past the town where she lived with family had to be a hurricane, after all I heard about it on the news, immediately began to panic, everyone tried to protect his home and the girl's parents took the necessary steps, fortunately the cyclone passed over the city and all survived. And then she was pleased to see that in the place where she's living now isn't what happens. Besides the parents lived in America and her younger sister was born sixteen years ago. The whole family came to visit, Abigail two years ago, and they were amazed how much their beloved daughter and sister, and they were proud of it by any success, but one of them upset. The family was worried about Abby, because he had not seen beside her the person she could rely on. For girls like the excitement of a family is not a secret, every contact with the family, be it a phone conversation or personal meeting, Abby showered questions about her personal life. Since the last meeting two years have passed, not once during these two years, Abby was called to visit, however, citing many reasons she refused to travel. She did not want once again to participate in the dialogue about her personal life and come up with the answer to the question of the mother how soon she would take on his grandson? Drowning in thought about family, and how she misses all these people, but not yet ready to look at them. With these thoughts, she spent more than an hour. Slowly, she climbed out of bed and went to the kitchen. While it was the light blinded her for a moment, she closed her eyes and imagined how she takes in the open, a second later she really fell, but not in the open and on the couch. She fell asleep, but didn't pass also hour as the hunger woke her and made to continue way into the kitchen. For Breakfast Abby warmed up the pizza she ordered two days ago and brewed coffee with two sugars and cream. She ate Breakfast quickly, and as the working day has already begun, Abby ceased to hurry. After the meal, she washed and got dressed, and went to the exit, in front of the mirror she said, "Good day friend".

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