It didn't take them long to unpack the car. Abby moved it in one of the specified spots, reminding herself to pick up a pass for it later. She wanted to take a walk on the campus anyways. She only knew it from brochures.<br/><br/>Once there was a pile of boxes in the middle of the living room, She looked around and realized how empty it was. Her father gave her some money to go buy some of the neccisary things from a local thrift shop or discount furniture store. She didn't need anything fancy, just something to take her through the next four years of school. They did buy her one of those blow up mattresses for the bedroom, this one with an electric fan.<br/><br/>She slumped up against a wall and slide down into a sitting position. "I could really use some food. Why don't we head down to a place. I don't think I want to eat pizza in this empty space. Tomorrow I am going to go down to a thrift shop and get some furniture. A bed, desk maybe. This place looks so big this empty. Let me make my bed and then lets go?" She took a deep breath in while she got herself up again and grabbed the bag that held her blow up bed. It was a spare one that her mom would use for guests. It was rather comfy once it was all puffed out and wrapped in sheets.<br/><br/>She walked into the empty bedroom. It had a window that faced the same direction as her living room, being that they were next to each other. Their was carpet in here, unlike the wood floors of the living room. The building had seen some age but she noticed it was still kept up by management. The egg shell white no longer had a heavy smell to it, the place must have sat empty for a while. Maybe these were only for students perhaps?<br/><br/>She unwrapped the bed and plugged it in, the whirling noise drowned out anything that might have been going on. She hoped the neighbors didn't hear. She didn't expect the walls to be paper thin, but the machine was always so loud. After it was blown up she threw her sheets on. They were a set of white sheets with  little flowered print.<br/><br/>After she was done, she mader her way back into the living room to grab her purse.