Death Changes Everything

Imogen is a thirteen year old misfire. Her family consists of two older brothers, a dad c aloneed George, and a step-mother called Jenny. Her grandparents died, when she was a inadequate, except a grandmother on her dads side of the family called bloody shame. Her mother also died. Now all she has is a picture which she looks at e genuinely morning when she wakes up and just before she goes to bed.Jenny is an savage step-mother. Like one of those from a fairy tale. She seems to love George solely hates children and wants nonhing to do with them. In introductory of George she acts kindly towards them and take shapes an effort to communicate but when hes non around she just ignored them. Jenny is considered completely useless to the three kids. She sits at home watching television all day, she doesnt twoer to clean the support or cook and instead she hires a maid and pays her to do the job.This isnt the type of mother role model that Imogen needs. She needs roughone who could show her new things worry teaching her how to cook complicated dishes for special occasions. Even though Imogen is intimately-be foxd, she still needs a mother to go shopping with, to gossip with and have some mother, daughter beat with. All these things could be done with friends but its different when its your mother. A mother gives advice that friends might not have experienced yet.George, Imogens father, plays a bear-sized role in her life. Hes a successful lawyer and Imogen takes him as her role model. George is a loving father whos always t here(predicate) for Imogen, helping her to make the rightfield choices in life, encouraging her to study just that little bit harder for exams. Hes not that big a role model for the boys as he is for Imogen but thats because they have other things on their mind instead of working hard to jack off a good education.Perfect. Thats what Imogen is. She is a bright teenager with high ambitions of following her fathers footsteps in becoming a lawyer. She has big, blue eyes, long, wavy hair and is short but extremely mature for her age. She loves aim as much as cats loves mice and her friends are reliable, true and support her through thick and thin no matter what happens.Tom and Adam were two charming boys who had a way with the ladies. They were good students right up to the point of puberty. Usually girls are the ones with mood swings, but not in this case. They started misbehaving in class, then skipping lessons and finally stopped going to school alto comeher. Now they, strange their sister, hate school. When in school they do everything to get themselves out and when out drinking alcohol, pickings drugs were only a few of the things they do. They never seemed to understand how their avouch blood could love school so much.Imogens grandmother Mary was, in Imogens opinion, the nicest grandmother that ever lived. She lives abroad in Spain but visits regularly. Shes loves all three children very much, she respects them and treats them deal grown-ups. She is very healthy and lives life to the maximum, goes on holidays a lot, and is not s political machineed of boththing. Every time Mary visits the country and they go shopping, Mary buys Imogen anything she asks for.Every morning, Imogens house, starts off the same way. She wakes up to the sound of her annoying brothers arguing with Jenny most how she doesnt have to act nicely in front of George and make them breakfast but this Monday morning she woke up to the sound of rain tapping at her window. She jumped out of bed, kissed her mothers photo, got washed and put her school uniform on.Walking down the steps she noticed Jenny trying to make breakfast, with no complaints from the twins. That was because she was making pancakes and George was there watching his sons every move. She sat down next to Adam and as he turned around to ask Jenny for more food, he knocked over the glass of orange juice that was beside him, making it spill all over Imogens school beat.Walking back up the stairs to her bedroom, she slipped and bumped her knee onto the hard flood. She got up slowly and crawled to her bedroom. Rummaging through her closet she tried to find her other skirt. Realising it was in the laundry basket she flinged over, got it out and put the malodorous skirt on.Thats disgusting said her twin brothers as they walked past her bedroomIts not that dirty she liedThe skirt wasnt literally dirty it just smelled. To take the smell away she went into the bathroom and smothered herself with perfume.Running back down the stairs she slipped and landed onto the side of her foot, pain in the neck her ankle. Sitting on the floor thinking of how much pain was caused to her this morning she realised it was the start of a bad day. Looking up at the time in the living room, it read quarter past eight. She was late. Today was the day of her first GCSE exam and Imogen wanted to get to school earlier than usual so that she could have en ough time to go over the topics she wasnt very confident with. Now, if she took the bus, it would be impossible.George had still not left for work. He was standing in the kitchen read a newspaper and drinking coffee. Imogen ran up to him and kissed him on the cheek.Good morning dad.Good morning honey, he replied, did you sleep well?Yes I did, said Imogen, tush you take me to school by any chance?Of course I couldBoys, get downstairs, Im taking your sister to school and I might as well take you too he yelled upstairsWell take the bus coz its too early for us to be leaving for school. They shouted backFine, but dont be late.We wont be, they replied with huge grins on their facesImogens dad loves old cars and he himself had a 1986 BMW 635CSi. The car was safe but had a few flaws. The airbags didnt work on the front passenger side and the seatbelts easily became unbuckled. George was never worried because he was a very safe driver and he could never give his car away.As soon as Imogen got in the car she put a book on her fathers lap and asked him to ask her some questions but he couldnt because he was about to drive, instead he told her that he would when they stopped at a red traffic light. When they did he took the old book into his hands and started asking questions. Imogen gave a unadulterated answer to each and every question.Meanwhile, on the road opposite to theirs were a couple of drunken teenagers, joy riding. They didnt notice that the red light was on and carried on driving. The driver lost control and the car started to skid on the wet ground and so ended up hitting Imogens car. The out of control car hit the BMW head on causing Georges seatbelt to unbuckle and he flew out the front window. Imogens airbag was broken but luckily her seatbelt didnt unbuckle.An ambulance arrived and took them to the busy hospital. Imogen and George were rushed straight into performance for they had suffered serious head injuries.Unfortunately none of the drunk teens w ere wearing a seatbelt and received serious injuries. They died before the ambulance got to the scene.Three weeks later, slowly opening her eyes, Imogen found herself in a hospital bed surrounded by family and friends.What happened to me? Why am I in a hospital? Asked ImogenImogen, this is really important, whats the last thing you concoct? Asked the nurtureI remember my dad was taking me to school. Then we stopped at a traffic light and he was asking where is my dad?When the doctors operated on Imogen, they did the best they could, her injuries where bad and the doctors were not sure whether or not she would be able to remember everything when she awoke from the coma.I dont know how to tell you this, but your father- said the nurseIll tell her, interrupted Mary, Imogens grandmother, your father died the day you were rushed into hospital. The surgeons did everything they could but they just werent able to stop the bleedingBy the time she finished the sentence both of them were in tears. Mary went up to her favourite grandchild and put her arms around her.Its my entire fault, grandma, its my entire fault Imogen repeated, I know it is, I asked him to drive me to school, if he hadnt got in the car to take me to school, he would still be here Its my entire fault Now we have no one to look after(prenominal) us, and Ive missed my GCSE exams. Its my entire faultYou still have Jenny to look after you and I called the school to explain the situation, they said you can retake them when you get backImogen stayed in the hospital for another week under monitoring. Her friends visited and so did her brothers. The week went past very slowly. Everyday, all she did was lay in bed, watch television, walk around a bit and then go back to bed. There were no children there her age and she didnt want to talk to elderly people. Imogen received gorgeous bouquets of flowers and tasty chocolates from family but she didnt want any of it, she just wanted her caring dad by her side, helping her through this.When Imogen got out of the hospital her brothers took her home. Jenny was in the living room watching television.Welcome home exclaimed JennyImogen just ignored her and went straight up to her bedroom.The next few days were a blur. Imogen stayed in bed most days mourning and crying over all the memories she had with her father. Every time she saw a picture of him she burst out into tears. The spoken language Its my fault, why did it have to happen, what did he do to deserve this, it was my bad day kept running though her mind. Even when she slept, she had horrifying nightmares about the crash she figure her dad on the operating table, while she was behind glass unable to help him. She needed help, support, encouragement to get her back to normal, but with a step-mother like Jenny, that would be impossible.The first day she went to school her brothers left her at the gate. Looking at the school from a distance she realised that she wasnt ready to go in. qu ite she followed her brothers to where they went. Tom led the way while Adam followed behind like a dog on a leash.During the journey, Tom and Adam went into, what looked like an delinquent house, when they came out Tom carried a small, plastic bag full of sportsmanlike pills. He put them in his pocket and walked on.They came to a beacon looking build which was surrounded by a high fence. On the fence was a warning sign which read No unauthorised person. The light house was cover with horizontal red and white stripes and a long, unstable, wooden run away reached the ground from the top.The two brothers approached the lighthouse. Imogen stared at the building. It was very unusual for a lighthouse not to be near the ocean. While staring she carried on walking and stepped on a piece of loose metal lying on the floor.What are you doing here? Asked AdamI wanted to know were you were going. I could go back if you want.Yes, go back he shoutedNo, insisted Tom, she doesnt know the way b ack and what if she gets lost. middling let her come up with us, whats the worst that could happen?Tom went up the unstable ladder first, then went Imogen and last of all came Adam. Climbing up the ladder Imogen tried not to look down. As they neared the top of the lighthouse, strange voices could be heard. At first it sounded like there were only few people lecture but as Imogen went higher up the ladder she started to hear more and more voices.Were here announced Tom as they reached the top.Finally, one boy said, what took you so long?Its a long story answered Adam but our little sister is here with us,All the people sitting on the dirty lighthouse floor turned and looked at Imogen.How old is she? a girl asked TomIm nearly 14 she answered her.Isnt that a bit young? she asked Tom againThis time he answered her Well how old were we when all of this started?True, true. Good point.Tom and Adam went around the lighthouse giving each person a couple of the white pills.Imogen went arou nd to all the people, looking at what they were doing. To her it looked like they were drinking alcohol, swallowing the white pills and smoking weed.What are the white pills and what do they do? Imogen asked a little girl sitting in the corner sticking a white tablet in her mouth.Theyre called ecstasy and they make me feel a whole lot recrudesce then I did this morning answered the girlI want some requested ImogenSure, said the girl, but tell your brothers to get me an extra one, for next week.The little girl was younger then Imogen but she looked worn-out and like she hadnt eaten in weeks.For a few short seconds after swallowing the tablet Imogen mat nothing, then transactions later the action kicked in. She felt ecstatic. Like nothing could ever go wrong. Then taking a sip of a transparent drink, she felt cockamamie but relaxed. Finally, when she inhaled the weed she felt like all her problems and worries vanished and she was in a completely different world. School or educatio n didnt matter. In this world she felt like she could do anything, even fly.Everyday, instead of taking Imogen to school, her brothers took her with them to the lighthouse. This carried on for weeks until Stephanie, the little girl that gave Imogen the weed, ecstasy and alcohol, had a heart attack. Lucky for everyone there, she had no family, so all they had to do was bury her in the cemetery at night.This was too much for Imogen. The death of the little girl made her remember the death of her dad. She realised that taking drugs, smoking and drinking alcohol wasnt the way to deal with death. She had to face death and just get over it.Im not going to come here with you any more, Announced Imogen.Why not? asked her brothersBecause what your doing is bad for your health and what point are you trying to prove by drinking, drugs and smoking?There is no point to prove, it makes us feel good and you should know, youve tried it for yourself and you know the pleasure it gives you.Theres no p leasure in this if there is a risk of dying. I leave behind give up.Its not as simple as it sounds. You go through a lot of pain when you try to give up. Are you sure youre ready? asked her brothersI will give up, I dont want to die like little Stephanie did. The only reason I started this was because I couldnt get over dads death and I didnt get any support from anyone, but me dying isnt going to make anything better either.tomorrow youre going to end up coming back with us, warned AdamNo, Imogen said, Tomorrow will be another day.Stopping wasnt difficult. Imogen went through the normal process of withdrawal symptoms aches and pains, sweating, shaking, headaches and cravings for the drug, but thinking about her fathers and Stephanies death helped her to pull through.