There was a crisp scent in the chilly air. The start of fall always brought about it's own  sharp scent, especially in the chilly state of Minnesota, even more so in Duluth. The far northern city frequently was fog filled and overcast, the sun breaking through mostly in the summer rather than fall, winter or spring.<br/><br/>There was a crunch on the pavement as an old, rusty station wagon pulled into the parking lot of Alabaster Dorms on the local college campus of Greeton College-A selective private college in the outskirts of Duluth. The station wagon was an off-white color and packed with boxes. The car parked and the engine halted it's sickening rumble, the drivers side door creaked open and a young woman emerged. The young woman was short, no taller that five foot two, with short auburn hair ending at her shoulders and piercing grey eyes. She wore, what looked like, work clothes. A plain blue t-shirt, a size or two too big for her, with a few small holes and stains, her pants were a faded dark blue with more paint and stains than the blue denim color on them.<br/><br/>The young woman proceeded to sigh triumphantly as she looked up at the large brick building before her--her new home away from home for the year. The auburn haired female locked her car and walked into her new residence. Inside the building was well lit with a fireplace in the main room and several large comfy-looking chairs and couches. "You living here?" Asked a young man behind a desk. The young women nodded to him, smiling brightly. "Name?" He asked dully, grabbing a clipboard. "Gabriella Hanten," She paused a moment, watching his slender, pale fingers flip through the pages of the clip board. "Gabby, or Ellie for short." She added as he scanned over names and room numbers. "Congrats," He said sarcastically. "You're on the 4th floor. Room 402." He bent down to look behind the desk, digging around for the key.<br/><br/>The tall, scrawny, almost sickly pale man stood back up and handed her two keys. "There you go, you're room is a one bedroom, so it's smaller than most." His attention then turned to a book sitting on the desk before him, Gabby took this as her time to leave.<br/><br/>Gabby played with the keys as she left to the fourth level. There was an old rickety elevator, which would be good for moving all her boxes. A few people were moving around on the fourth floor, but most people weren't moving in until the next day. Ellie found her room towards the end of the hall. She unlocked the door and it opened up into a small bedroom with a loft bed, and a window peering over the lake that was on campus. Ellie wasted no time in cracking the window open and flipping her mattress to the side with the fewest stains. There was a small bathroom attached to her bedroom with a toilet, sink and shower, it wasn't much larger than 3 1/2 by 4 feet. The short woman left her room and started the long and daunting process of moving in box after box of her possessions, and then, unpacking the mass of boxes.