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Setting down her bucket of tools, Abby growled in annoyance. Here she was, a simple gardener, attempting to do her job, only to find several cigarette buds lying around [i]her[/i] garden. Damn smokers. How was she supposed to do anything when half of the residents in Eden Gardens smoked? They were quite literally killing themselves. The next time she saw one of her pesky neighbors putting one of those killing machines to their mouth, she’d chopped it right off with one of her shears… Perhaps that would teach them. Abby aggressively slid her green rubber gloves over her fingers, making a snapping sound, and proceeded to pick up the abandoned cigarettes. 

Once all traces of the cigarettes were gone, Abby moved on to complete her actual responsibilities. She started off by inspecting the flowers, pulling out her shears when she came across a withered Perennial. She carefully cut its stem off, and set it within her basket. Abby felt at peace whenever she was within a garden. There were no people, no expectations, just her and nature. Sometimes she would spend hours out in one, watching the way the flowers moved in the wind, breathing in the aroma of sweetness and purity. Everything just felt right. 

As she was just about to move onto watering, Abby’s eyes caught some weeds near the edge of the garden. Rotten pests, she’d lose it if they infested her garden. Taking off her rubber gloves, Abby began walking back to her apartment. She had recently heard about using boiling water to get rid of weeds, and she thought today would be perfect to try it out. Although, when Abby came around the corner near the front entrance, she began to hear voices. 

Ugh. People. 

[color=00a99d]“Not today,” [/color]She voiced out to herself, and took a sidetrack through the back. Relaxing to her normal ‘bitch’ face, Abby walked into the main lobby of the apartment. Two people were conversing together, but she paid them no attention and continued on her way. Stopping to say hello was something Abby never did, it was pointless. She’d rather be forced to choke on melting gold than sit through a boring conversation, especially with one of her neighbors. 

Once Abby finally made it into her apartment without interacting with anyone, she filled up her kettle with water and placed it on the stove. Despite Alex’s lack of interest in cleaning, Abby managed to keep the apartment looking somewhat in order. She wasn’t a super clean freak, but she didn’t like seeing the house decorated in garbage either. Someone had to do it, anyway. Folding her arms, Abby waited silently for the kettle to cry out. 

The soothing peace and quiet was quietly shattered as more yelling and screaming took place in the hallway. Damn them. She’d need to speak to Marc about making these walls soundproof before she tore them down herself and made everyone shut up. It seemed no one knew what having neighbors meant. Popping her head outside of her room, Abby’s eyes darkened as she found the recent voice was Lewis. 

[color=00a99d]“Hey dumbass, would you shut up?”[/color] She yelled out before slamming her door shut. Honestly, how much misfortune did she get with these neighbors? All of them were either awkward as hell or possessed no ability to shut up. 

 Finally, the kettle whistled and Abby gladly turned off the stove, grabbed some mittens, the kettle, and made her way back to the garden. Perhaps she should have waited to test this theory out tomorrow, it was definitely not worth it to see all of these people so early in the morning. You’d think someone spiked all of their coffee, heavens above.