Hey y'all Liv here! Signing in. Long time no see! It's been crazy for me. Third quarter is ending, I really want all A's! (lol no judgement) Sprained my ankle while running in school (a construction zone). No sleep what so ever. It's hard! At least lacrosse is fun :D This story in honor of the half-birthdays and homecoming.

Kudos to lovinglovexx for giving such amazing advice at writing! Thank you so much!

RedWillow318 Happy half birthday! This was meant to be a half birthday present for you and me, but i was so busy yesterday XD

Anyways this chapter is about Im, she is going to be one of the main characters along with Elsa, Jack, and a character who I slightly mentioned (wink wink) I just want you guys to know about Im, so you can understand her decisions in the future. I hope you guys like it!

Without any further ado, Enjoy!

(*I only own Imogen Lee)

My name is Imogen Lee. And I don't know who I am.

I don't know where to start either. Well, a life obviously would start on the day when one knows that he or she is alive. When one is conscious. When one is aware of what's going on around him or her. When he or she has the ability to remember. And or in my case, when I am living.

I barely started living my life. My very first memories were three years ago. And no, it's not like I have a terrible memory and forgot everything that happened before that eventful day. It's the nothingness that occurs whenever I think about it. I feel nothing. I know nothing. And I see nothing. There were also no evidence, no picture, and no nothing of what so ever that proved that I existed. I never know who I am.

Who was I? Was there even an I?

I remember my "awakening" well.

I remembered waking up and nothingness was all I felt. Just blank. Not knowing what was happening, not knowing what's going to happen, and not knowing what had happened in the past. Ironically, when I woke up, I was bathed in golden warm afternoon sun rays and lying in a soft bed. I am in a safe haven. Note, not in a scientific lab with blinding white lights, a secret underground room full of torturing equipment, or zombies' apocalypse like what happens in most movies.

My name is Imogen Lee. I am ten. I need to counter the prophecy.

A voice that I presume was mine spoke in my head. That was the first and last time I had heard about the prophecy in a very long time. What's the prophecy? I pressed on asking the voice in my head. Nothingness come back again. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, still as an ice-cold statue. After a while, a lady rushed in, "My dear lord! Imogen, you are finally awake!" Tears rushed out of her eyes as she embraced me in a chocking hug, "I was so worried when we found you passed out on the road! Are you okay, my dear?" she exclaimed worriedly. Her eyebrows furrowed together making wrinkles on her forehead. I passed out the road? Something tugged at the back of my mind, I reached hard for it. Nothing. I tried to talk. With twitching lips, I tried to force them to form the correct position. I could almost taste the words, air rushes out deep from my lungs, but nothing came out. At the back of my mind, I know that I know her, despite the confusion clouding my senses. After several fruitless trials, my lips finally start to function again. "I am sorry, but who are you?" My lips cracked and blood dripped on my tongue. My throat hurts and my voice hoarse. It felt like it had been ages since I last spoke. Or… Is this the first time I speak? Nevertheless, the words tasted like honey on my tongue and my voice sounded like music to my air. Everything was so alive and real. Doubts filled up my mind. I could feel the truth. It's so close, I could taste it. However, the truth decided to play a game with me to make everything so much more complicated. An agonizing headache emerged, I fought hard to keep my eyes open and stay conscious. I needed the answers. The woman was shocked, after some speechless moments, she quietly asked, "You mean, you don't remember anything?" I nodded gingerly, not wanting to make any wrong move. "Oh, Imogen." She embraced me in a hug and gently patted my head. I relaxed, I think I could trust her. Something tells me I could.

Later, I learned that I am an orphan at an orphanage .

After a month or so I was being registered at a new school, Coulson Middle school. I guess it was a brand new start for me.

I thought I might be able to fit right in, but no. I lacked knowledge in how schools and relationship functions. I never had a real friend friend before. I don't know how to talk to people. In addition, everyone in the school already know each other already, and they are NOT interested in talking to a new comer. I spent my first year alive, 7th grade, in solitude, I shut myself out from the world. I lost all my emotions. I still have the basic emotions like happiness, sadness, and the feeling of being intimidated, but that's all I really feel afterwards. Even though I still feel happiness, but the feeling of genuine never really comes by often. I never feel the strong emotions like love, hate, jealousy, etc.

My only friend at that time was Eugene Fitzherbert. We were from the same orphanage and went to the same school. He was a grade above me andtwo years older than I am. He tried to be the bad boy at school; a cover that I found hilarious because he is a real softie inside. He always treat me like his little sister and I look up to him like he is my big brother. He taught me how to live my life, stood up for me when I got picked on, and comforted me when I am feeling down. We had a really close bond. But then a year later, he disappeared without a trace, leaving me alone in middle school and the orphanage. He never told me that he is leaving and he never left any messages. I tried to find out his whereabouts but no one would tell me.

I completely shut myself out from the world.

Since I isolated myself from the society, books were naturally my friends. Don't stereotype as the typical Asian bookworm, because, I, for one, am not. I am athletic. And it's in my nature to have fun and play. Even if it doesn't seems like it on the outside. I mean, it's really hard to be yourself and have/be fun when everyone in your school whisper/ignore/glare-daggers at you. Books are great, it's one of the best ways to pass times. You have to agree with me because if you guys don't like reading you won't be reading this right now XD So please don't stereotype me. (Hashtag ONEOFMYPETPEEVES) I am more than you think I am. Oh wait, who am I kidding, I don't even know who I am. BUT STILL. From what I know about myself, at least. (I can feel you guys are judging me so hard right now. But STILL)

Anyways, excellent grades, teachers, even the harshest ones, love me. It might sound kind of weird, but if I wanted something bad enough, I always managed to get it. There was one day, I failed on one of major exams. I stayed after school to debate one of the toughest teacher in school about giving me some extra credit. And for somehow reason, I succeed. I wasn't expecting that. I thanked her greatly and ran out of the classroom before she changed her mind, but once I stepped out of the classroom, my counselor stopped me and took me into her office. Generally, she has a smile on her face everyday, every second. But there were none on her face at that moment. I was genuinely scared because I thought I did something wrong. We sat down in her office. She handed me test ad told me to finish it in 2 hours and that she would call the orphanage about the test I have to take. When she handed me test, I was in shock, it was seriously a stack of paper, not 4 pages, but like a freaking whole stack. Without further ado, I started on the first question. Man, it was hard! Somehow I managed to finish it under 2 hours. That day I went home with questions at the back of my mind. What's going on?

The second day, my counselor called me back to her office. As I sat down across her, I can't help but shiver, not from the AC coldness, but from the tension. Still no smile on her face.

"Imogen, I understand that you had excellent grades in every and each of your classes and it had been that way ever since you started school. Yesterday, I over heard you when you and , as you know the teacher who has the reputation of being the toughest teacher around this region, into giving you some extra credit when you failed her test. So I took you into my office and gave you a test. A test that less than one percent of people can finish it under 2 hours and still manage to pass it. I had been watching you. I wanted you to take the test because I suspected you have a special talent. Talent, as in special ability, that less than 0.01 percent of people have. Yesterday, your confrontation with had confirmed my suspicion. Imogen, dear, you have pathokinesis. The ability to manipulate emotions." Her eyes softened as she let the last sentence suspend in the air. I was shocked. Me? Special talent? Why me?

"The test I ask you to take was the entrance exam to Alexandra and Valentini Academy for the Exceptionally Talented (AVAET), one of the most prestigious government-sponsored high school in the whole world. It's a school for future spies, braniacs, and superheroes. I am a Searcher for the school. No one knows about it, because we kept it as a secret. And you, my dear, had qualified for all three of the requirements. As you know with great powers come with great responsibilities. Pathokinesis is a rare and useful talent. They are hard to come by. AVAET will teach you how to control, use, and perfect you ability and prepare you as a future spy for the government agency (CIA). After this semester you will be heading there for high school if you choose." She paused then smiled, "I know it's a lot to take in, so you are dismissed for the rest of the day. You can stay in my office to think about it. Please note that this opportunity is not an everyday thing. It would perfect if you choose to accept this invitation. However, please think through it, you would have to deal with the all the responsibility/consequence that comes with it. Bye the way, please don't tell anyone about this meeting. It's first-class top secret. You would be in danger, if you tell anyone about your talent, and you would put the whole country in danger if you tell ANYONE about the school. Have a good dday." With that, she ended with a smile and walked out, leaving me alone in the office.

After she was gone, I was in shock for a good old 1 hour. Then all I could think about is my "talent", I never know how to use it, let alone am aware about the feeling of it when it's in use. After a while, I started to think about my talent. It's beautiful yet deadly. It's evil yet innocent. I thought about it, the decided the best way to put it into use is to train it and devote myself to the country. Besides, who wouldn't want to be a spy and meet all those superheros?! It's my dream! It's correspond with my nature and my passion for adventure. I love all the dangerous adventure that comes with it.

By the time I decided, it's already the end of the day. "I accept."That's all I said when my counselor walked in again. I am going to AVAET.

The rest of the year passed like a blur. I filled out the forms chose my classes. Read, sleep, and repeat (lol) And the summer flied by. The government gave me more than enough money for buying supplies that I can use in school. Since, that money is all mine. I did what every normal girl would do - shop till I'm broke!

Finally, departure came. I hugged everyone I knew goodbye, tears slowly made way down my face as I knew I won't see them ever again. I am leaving my past life behind.

In a blur, I am already in AVAET, ready to start a new life. In fact, I am standing outside my dorm room. I can't help to wonder what's my roommates like. do they have talents? Here's to a new life. I said to myself. I knocked on the door, and find a true smile on my face. Oh gosh, I am so nervous with excitement. After a while, the door creaked open. A girl with platinum blond hair and a tall and slender figure open the door. She is beautiful like a cover model.

"Hi..." I said. She looks so kind and nice. I can feel it. I know we are going to be great friends. I just knew it.

"You must be Imogen! Come on in!" With that she welcomed me in.

Just then a girl with long long long long long blonde hair rushed in and at her heels a bubbly girl with strawberry blonde. They are so kind, nice, and amazing looking just like the first girl. Seriously, what's up with this school and good-looking people? Everyone is model-looking here.

"Are you Imogen? Hi! I am Rapunzel, you can call me Punzie. This is Anna and that's my cousin Elsa. I am a sophomore here and they are freshman like you! Welcome!" The girl with long hair said. (Best friend alert!)

"Hi! I'm Anna! I love your name? Can I give you a nickname? What about Im [The first syllable of Imogen]?" The girl with the strawberry-blonde hair yelled excitingly. (OMG all best friends alert!)

Just like that, I can feel a real, rare, and genuine happiness blossomed with in me. I know that I belong here, and this is where I belong. I can feel my center opening up again. I am alive.

Thanks for reading! I tried. Do you guys like it? As always review please! I would love to know do you guys like the direction the story is going in. Until we meet again lovies! - Liv