NovelCat

Lee y descubre un mundo nuevo

Abrir APP
Imogen's Story

Imogen's Story

Autor: Nelson

En proceso

Thriller

Imogen's Story PDF Free Download

Introducción

This book is not only talking about the love story of a girl called Imogen, but it's also talking about the story of how much love her classmates showed her in her new school She claimed she's hard, but deep down she's soft, She claimed she doesn't want to have anything that has to do with true love but deep down she's craving for true love, She claims she hates her new school but deep she wants to be a student forever. The story of a teenage girl called Imogen who was heartbroken, she then became rude and hated everyone she came across including her mom until she changed schools and met new people and a true love who changed her life but Imogen can't admit the love she had for this guy or her new school until she couldn't hide it anymore. Imogen woke up breathing loudly, she used her hands to comb her hair backward as she coughed and quickly drew the bucket closer to her bed and puked inside. Immediately after this happened, Isabel walked into the room, "Darling are you still vomiting, here let me hold your hair," she said with a kind voice, While she was about touching her hair Imogen pushed her hand away, "Leave me alone mom, and how many times have I told you to knock before coming in?" Imogen yelled at her while she continued to puke into the bucket. "Baby the door was open, let me get some water so I will wash your face," Isabel said as she ran down to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water to wash Imogen's face. While she was gone, Imogen was left alone in the room. She stood up from her bed and walked into the bathroom, she shut the door and locked it. When Isabel came back to the room she couldn't find Imogen. She walked to the bathroom door and knocked, "Baby are you in there?" she asked but Imogen kept shut, "Imogen you can't go to school you're sick, please open the door," Isabel pleaded "Mom please let me be okay, that I puked doesn't mean I'm sick," Imogen yelled.
Mostrar Todo▼

Chapter 1

Imogen woke up breathing loudly, she used her hands to comb her hair backward as she coughed and quickly drew the bucket closer to her bed and puked inside.

Immediately after this happened, Isabel walked into the room,

"Darling are you still vomiting, here let me hold your hair," she said with a kind voice, While she was about to touch her hair Imogen pushed her hand away,

"Leave me alone mom, and how many times have I told you to knock before coming in?" Imogen yelled at her while she continued to puke into the bucket.

"Baby the door was open, let me get some water so I will wash your face," Isabel said as she ran down to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water to wash Imogen's face. While she was gone, Imogen was left alone in the room. She stood up from her bed and walked into the bathroom, she shut the door and locked it. When Isabel came back to the room she couldn't find Imogen. She walked to the bathroom door and knocked,

"Baby are you in there?" she asked but Imogen kept shut, "Imogen you can't go to school you're sick, please open the door," Isabel pleaded

"Mom please let me be okay, that I puked doesn't mean I'm sick," Imogen yelled

"Imogen for how long are you going to do this, I'm always trying my best to help you but you keep yelling at me," said Isabel

"Then leave me alone mom,

she coughed while yelling

just let me do my thing," Imogen yelled. Isabel sighed and slowly walked out of the room and shut the door. After Imogen heard the sound of the door being shut she was convinced that her mom had left the room so she sighed and walked to the mirror, she looked at her pretty face and rubbed her hair with her hands, then she picked up her toothbrush and added a little toothpaste on her brush as she commenced brushing her teeth.

DEAR DIARY,

Another awful morning in Texas, the sun is out and the silly birds are singing, yet there is no sign of happiness in me. I had another bad dream, puked when I woke up, and of course, my annoying mom walked into my room without knocking claiming to be nice to me. This is how I wake up every damn morning and I'm getting tired of it.

Of course, after writing this, I'm going to walk downstairs, and have breakfast, of course, mom would make pancakes and claim she made it because it's my favorite, after eating I will then go to school which is the most annoying part of the day because I get to see Matt and Angel hugging and kissing each other.

Ending a relationship is one thing, but being heartbroken is another thing. One can choose to end a relationship because they aren't getting along anymore, but one can be heartbroken when she still loves her boyfriend and he leaves her for someone else.

I don't know what to call mine because heartbreak is an understatement, I mean who wakes up on a Christmas morning and facetime his girlfriend with another girl by his side and claims the girl by his side is his real girlfriend, worse of all they both were laughing at me,

her mouth became sore and tears drop on the page of the diary

of course the same drop of tears every single day. It's hard to see them together but I can't just stop looking at Matt.

end of the diary...

Imogen walked down the stairs already dressed for school, after she got downstairs she walked to the dining table and sat down for breakfast.

"Baby I made pancakes, I know it's your favorite, so I uh... thought maybe you'll need some for breakfast," said Isabel,

Imogen looked at her mom with a frowning face,

"Thanks, mom," she said as she deep her fork into the pancake, cut a little piece, and put it into her mouth. While she was chewing Isabel glanced at her curiously,

"You like it?" she asked as Imogen nodded her head politely but still didn't smile,

"I knew you'll like it," she said and walked to the refrigerator, she opened it and brought out a box of orange juice, and walked back to the table,

"Here is some orange juice, enjoy your breakfast, I'm going to get ready for work," Isabel said as she quickly walked away from the dining room, on getting to the stairs, she ran back to the dining room, "here is $50, use it for lunch okay," she said and ran off to get ready for work.

After breakfast, Imogen picked up her bag and walked out of the house. She brought out her phone, plugged her earpiece into the earpiece hole, and listen to the MP3 song Save your tears by the weeknd.

Imogen was a crazy fan of the weeknd in fact listening to his songs was the only way to calm her down from her grief. While she was walking to school, she came across other students of her school but she didn't say a word to them, instead she kept minding her business. When she got to school, she walked to her locker, opened it, and got some textbooks, then she put her bag inside the locker and shut it. Immediately she shut it she saw one of the most annoying students in her class standing by her side but she didn't see him because she was so close to her opened locker and the door of the locker was blocking him. His name is Jeff and he's fat dirty, stinking, and proud of his foolishness.

"Imogen my friend, I have something very important to tell you," he said

Imogen sighed,

"Jeff or whatever your name is listen I'm sick and I don't think I have time for your...."

"Hear me out my friend" he interrupted using a loud voice as everyone in the hallway heard and looked at them. "I want you to be my girlfriend," he said as he got on one of his knees, before she could even take action, everyone in the hallway started staring at them.

"What? stop it, you're embarrassing me," she said with a low key voice and tried to leave but he grabbed her hand and pleaded that she should date him, while this was happening, Matt and Angel passed by and saw what was going on at the hallway, but they both didn't stop, they only glanced and walked away.

Imogen felt so embarrassed and angry after this happened so she furiously pushed Jeff and walked away. While she was walking, Jeff stood up and laughed because he didn't mean what he did, he only wanted to upset Imogen and draw everyone's attention.