The Lost Hale [𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐤𝐢]

02

FREAKY REFLECTIONS & AN OVER CONCERNED PARENT

Imogen leant back into the stream of steaming water, running her hands through her damp hair as she washed the last remnants of shampoo out. She thrived in the moment of the steaming water, running down her back and allowed all of her nerves to evaporate for just a brief moment.

She sighed softly, figuring she should get out of the shower before she was late for her first day. Imogen stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the towel rail and wrapping it around her body. A million thoughts and questions ran through her head, alongside her anxieties and nerves about being the new girl again. The Argents often moved and both daughters had become used to new surroundings often. The adaption to the constant changing of location didn't mean there was no nerves each time.

Imogen was a bold and passionate person, who was confident around new people. She usually was the first out of the two to introduce herself and find a clique in each location. Beacon Hills seemed different somehow and she was a bundle of nerves, a strong nauseous feeling filled her and she'd contemplated if she was going to be physically sick.

The town was one of those typical small towns, where everybody knew everybody. Beacon Hills had a strange atmosphere, which Imogen had felt even upon first arriving. The small town was almost familiar like she'd been here before but that was impossible. Beacon Hills was just another stop on their travels and Imogen wasn't sure how she would feel if they were to settle down there for a while.

Imogen pulled her hairdryer from her bottom drawer and dried her hair quickly. She was already off schedule after spending too long in the shower with her thoughts.
"Imogen! Allison's waiting and you have to eat breakfast before you leave!" Victoria shouted up the stairs.

Imogen was about to answer when a sudden wave of nausea overtook her and she had to clutch the sink as to not double over. The shouting from her mother rang in her ears, like she was using a megaphone and the volume matched. She swallowed thickly, waiting for the moment to pass and thankfully it did. She quickly turned on the tap and splashed her face with some cold water, looking at her reflection in the mirror.

She froze at the sight she saw. She could just make out her eyes glowing blue in the mirror, shining through the condensation.
"You're imagining it. It must be one of those dreams you have when you're awake or you are ill and you're hallucinating from a fever." Imogen scoffed and tried to calm herself from the shocking image, closing her eyes and taking deep breaths.

The women opened her eyes after some time, breathing out a sigh of relief when there was no blue eyes to be seen. She really needed to stop staying up so late. Imogen walked into the bedroom, selecting a casual outfit of a denim skirt with a cropped, vintage logo T-shirt and her old combat boots. She quickly did a natural makeup look, finishing the last touches and grabbing her backpack, walking downstairs to the kitchen.

"Morning Alli." Imogen grinned at her sister, taking a seat on the kitchen island after putting a Pop-tart in the toaster.
"Imogen Argent, there's a table for a reason." Victoria scolded, shaking her head.

Imogen groaned and rolled her eyes in response, taking a seat at the table opposite her sister.
"Morning Immie." Allison laughed softly, taking a bite of her peice of toast.

"Are you girls excited for your first day?" Chris Argent asked, walking into the kitchen from his office.
"It's another brand new school and they're already into the year by now." Imogen responded flatly, standing up and grabbing her Pop Tart from the toaster as it popped up.

"We should probably get going." Allison stood up and grabbed her jacket. Imogen gave her a grateful smile and placed her bag onto her shoulder, taking a bite out of the pop tart while she waited for her sister to collect her stuff.

"Bye girls!" Chris yelled, as they exited the house and got into Allison's car. Allison had her own car due to being older. They were in the same grade as she had to repeat a year. She didn't like to talk about it but Imogen was advanced for a fifteen year old.

They drove to the school, getting out the car and taking a seat outside on a bench when Victoria rang yet again. She had already rang twice on their way to school, to make sure they didn't get lost and to be careful, like there would suddenly be a car crash.

"What does she want now? It's school not a concentration camp." Imogen teased playfully, getting a laugh from Allison before she answered.
"Mom, three calls on our first day is overdoing it." Allison scolded.
Imogen zoned out of the phone conversation, having a strong feeling of being watched. Imogen frowned and turned her head to see a boy staring out of his classroom window. He looked like he was focusing on something, apart from the teacher.

Imogen jumped slightly when somebody tapped her on the shoulder and turned to see Allison ending the phone call.
"I silenced my phone for that very reason." Imogen smirked.
Allison was about to make a smart comeback but was interrupted by somebody clearing their throat.

"I'm sorry for keeping you both waiting. Shall we?" The Principal smiled apologetically and gestured to the school with a sweeping motion.

The principal lead the two into the school and started up small talk with the two new students.
"You girls were saying that San Francisco isn't where you grew up?" The Principal questioned.
"No but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual for our family." Allison answered.
Imogen followed the two, falling silent as her ears were filled with obnoxious noise again. She  visibly winced at the choral of noises that threatened to deafen her, the noises fading to one as they approached the classroom.

"....the other half of the body was found last night and now you can all focus on the outline of the semester on your desk in front of you." The teacher spoke from the classroom. Imogen frowned in concern at the mention of a body. Beacon seemed like a sweet, little town not the murder capital of the world.
"Imogen? Are you okay?" The Principal asked in a concerned manner, noticing her scared expression.

"Just nerves. They'll wear off. Thank you." Imogen cleared her throat and offered him a polite smile.
"Hopefully Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while, to allow you both to settle down properly. Here we are." The principal said kindly, stopping by a classroom.
He opened the door, the class falling silent as he entered and the teacher stopped his action of writing the subject matter on the board.

"Class, this is Allison Argent and Imogen Argent. Please make them feel welcome." The principal announced before politely excusing himself from the classroom.

"Allison, please take a seat behind Mr Mcall and Imogen take a seat in front of Mr Stillinski please. I don't want to hear any talking, you can play meet and greet after class." The teacher spoke from his desk, an expression of distaste on his face.

They both took their seats, both sisters sharing a confused expression when a smug boy offered Allison a pen. He'd been called Mcall earlier by the teacher.

"We'll begin with Kafka's metamorphosis on page 23." The teacher spoke again.
Imogen sighed and leant back in her chair, swinging her boots lightly in the air to entertain herself.