Imogen [OHSHC]✓

'No'

Moving to Japan had been a huge step from Imogen's previous life. Especially considering her British heritage. Yes. It may have been moving from an island to another, yet there was a huge continent separating her from her family now. Not that it made any difference. She wouldn't see them more or less than before.
No, it was due to her actually finally living on her own. She had wanted to do so ever since turning 10. Yet there had been another 6 more years required by European law to allow her to live alone and one that had been taken up by moving arrangements.
The apartment she now owned was beautiful and much more of a home than her parents choice of housing. A victorian mansion they had gotten renovated in every last corner. This was comfortably modern and a lot smaller. Perfect for her. She liked not having to walk what felt like miles to get from the couch to her fridge or from there to her bed.
Four rooms, all for herself. Her bedroom, a bathroom, a guestroom and the open kitchen, leading directly into a dining and living area.
The light walls are decorated by large framed paintings she had created over the years and the deep brown hardwood floor is decorated by quite a few soft, fluffy rugs.
Yet all of this lovely comfort came at the price.. Imogens bright green eyes that look mildly reminiscent of those a cat would have stare in disgust at the yellow.. dress .. her new school required her to wear.. if she could afford it. She could. More than once if it would be needed. But the school wouldn't have to know that. Grabbing the dress she aggressively throws it into her closet before instead slipping on a cozy sweater and a tight, black skirt, as well as a pair of red bottom heels. All are designer branded, although very subtle ones, and make her look very mature as well as.. unapproachable. A smile stretches over her face. It was perfect.
Quickly making her way into the bathroom where she puts in her jewelry. Well.. the bits that are allowed.
Her necklace, bracelet, ring and her earrings. Sadly she would only be able to wear her piercings at home. Boring. They too would have been a great help in her antisocial endeavours.
If they'd ask about the dress she'd just say it hadn't been dried yet and just dye it black upon returning home. Modern problems requires modern solutions after all.
Imogen quickly grabs her phone, her bag she had packed with all the necessary things to avoid people as best she could and then she moves out, sliding headphones over her head and blasting some of her favourite songs on her way. Until she'd be able to legally drive in this country it would still take another year so until then the bullet trains would have to do.
Imogen reaches the trainstation perfectly on time, entering and making her way past all the men and women on their ways to work and onto her train.
The entire thing felt stuffed to her. And people were too close for her liking. But Imogen knew better than to shove them away. This was just how things were going to be. She'd have to deal with it.

It had taken quite a bit of physical work to escape the train at the right station but she had succeeded and now, with her heels clicking against the pavement, she steadily makes her way to the horrifically pink school building.
The students, much to her delight, were going out of their way to get out of hers as she steadily climbs the stairs to the school's office.

Opening the winged white doors and pushing down her headphones she enters the room where a dozen secretaries all type away at computers. "Apologies. I am here to pick up my timetable and announce my arrival." They all immediately look up and suddenly the door is slammed open. A man with greying hair, holding a rose enters the room, pressing it into her hands. "You must be Imogen Holmes. I am your principal. Call me uncle Suoh." "Eh? No way!" The entire face of the man crumbles and he collapses to the ground dramatically. Imogen only stares on in disbelief. This old fart would make her life a whole lot worse.
"Why are you not wearing the pretty uniform?" "First of all.. apologies but.. it is the ugliest thing my eyes have ever seen. The dress has been washed and now still needs to dry before anyone could wear it without catching a cold." The principal has turned an intense green as if he felt sick. "So harsh!" "My timetable please." After receiving it, Imogen pays no attention to the weird man anymore and instead quickly leaves her room. This school must be doomed if that was the principal. Shaking her head the girl makes her way to her new classroom, her headphones back over her ears.

Pushing open the door to Class 2-A Imogen enters the room and immediately silences the students sitting around and talking amongst themselves.
Instead of reacting she simply moves over to the seat that had been assigned to her right in between an annoyingly sparkly blond and a dark haired boy wearing glasses. Instead of reacting to them at all she simply starts unpacking her things for school. Pencil case. Book. Notepad. Then she takes her phone, flipping through her music until she settles on a song she loves before opening some random game she found amusing enough to waste her time with.
Five minutes too late the teacher enters the room and quickly Imogens headphones and phone disappear inside her bag as she stands up to greet the man.

"Ah. It appears we have a new student. Miss Imogen Holmes from the United Kingdom has joined us. Would you like to introduce yourself?"

Imogen looks up front, ignoring the sparkling eyes of those around her, hungry at the opportunity to speak to someone new. This was her moment to establish herself as uninterested in their company.

"No."

"Ah... Then please uhm.. sit down."
That they do and the lesson begins. The stares burning into her skin growing in numbers. They would soon all be gone.
She did well.