On the brink of depression [COMPLETED]

My dear bike

- Who is she?
- My name is Imogen. Yours?
- Rodrick. Why did you come here?
- Because I saw from the car that someone wanted to commit suicide. I like to help others. But what made you do that?
- I told you, love sorrow.
- It's true that I'm a girl myself, but you don't have to be sad about that. I don't know you, and maybe I'm innocent, but you seem nice. You are sympathetic.
- Thank you Imogen.
This happens to me every leap year. Imogen was incredibly kind to me. But it's late and I should go home. Mom must be "missing". My dear bike, let's travel. I'm listening to Chairlift right now because I saw Imogen's pins and I also have a song downloaded from them. Coincidences, right? I arrived at my wonderful house, where mom is waiting with an angry look.
- Where have you been? Was Erica worried about you too?
- I just met a friend and we talked for a long time.
- Room confinement.
- What? No, you're cruel.
- For 1 week and now get out of my sight.
A cruel witch, if I do say so myself. Anyway, I'd rather take it easy and smile all day tomorrow. This day was too short. Goodbye reader.