Author's Note: Hello there fellow Degrassi fans. I know it's been a while since I've written a Degrassi fic, but I've had this idea in my head forever and I just had to get it out. Fimogen is still one of my OTPs and I love to write them. Um, anyway, I guess this takes place with recent times, as in Adam's death, Fiona's career, etc... So I hope it isn't to confusing. The first chapter is basically an intro chapter so I hope it isn't too boring. Okay, now I'm rambling. This story will be about ten chapters and I hope you all like it. Be sure to review, and be sure to check out the rest of my stories. I'm also still taking requests as well. Enjoy.


Ever since Fiona and Imogen's break up, things for Imogen just seemed to keep going downhill. It seemed as if when Fiona left, part of Imogen left too. But Imogen thought she was doing the right thing when she broke up with Fiona... She guessed she was.

Any who, things just seemed to be going worse for the quirky girl. First off, her grades were total crap, and she felt like she wasn't even going to graduate again this year. She would be held back for a second time. Then there was the fact that she hardly had any friends, sure, she had Drew and what not, and somewhat Becky as a friend, and then there was that Winston guy. But those people hardly compared to Eli, who graduated last year, and Adam, who died in a car accident. Adam's death was another thing that went wrong in Imogen's life. Hell, what didn't go wrong? Then there was the fact that all her teachers didn't like her because she never completed her work on time. Also, she just felt alone. Everything was bad.

Imogen began to feel herself slipping; slipping into depression, into darkness, into hopeless abyss, and she didn't know how she could fix herself. Graduating would help, but that wasn't even written in stone. It was still a what if scenario. In fact, her depression got so bad, she began to distance herself from the few friends she had. She became more quiet, and it seemed that everybody noticed because they would always ask her if she was okay. They even sent her to the counselor just in case. Imogen played it off as being stressed out, so that made their suspicions go away.

Currently, Imogen was sitting in her English class, and it was nearly the end of the day, and time to go home. She sat there, chin rested on her hand, and staring off into space. Her thoughts mostly consumed her these days, and she really didn't pay attention to anything else. If Fiona were still here, would she be happier? She had those kind of thoughts a lot, but they never really helped her.

"Imogen!" The teacher snapped, pulling the daydreamer out of her thoughts.

"Yes?" Imogen answered lazily. She rarely bothered with school anymore. What was the point? She didn't have any other plans. It's not like she was going to go to college or something.

"Did you even hear anything I just said?" The teacher asked.

Imogen shook her head, "Not really."

"Pay attention, or you'll be in the office next time." The teacher warned as she turned around to continue writing on the board. Imogen rolled her eyes, she was so sick and tired of these stupid teachers. She was ready to leave this place. A part of her mind contemplated dropping out, but she knew her parents would not approve of that. Especially her mom, Natalie the big smart surgeon. Well, her dad might say it was okay, he was always proud of her no matter what she did. Even when she came home with all bad marks on her grade card, her dad was still proud of her for staying in school for this long.

Imogen sighed, she hated thinking about her dad. He was getting sicker every day with his dementia. He was forgetting things more frequently, and sometimes he would even forget that she lived with him. She wanted him to get better with all her heart, but there really wasn't a cure. Imogen didn't know how long she had left with her dad, but she wanted to make that time valuable. She wanted to spend every second with her dad, because he was her favorite parent.

Finally the bell rang, signaling time it was ready to go home. Imogen picked up her stuff and was about to head out the door until one of her friends stopped her, it was Drew. "Hey Imogen." He greeted her with his usual goofy grin.

"Hey Drew." Imogen greeted with a slight smile.

"Me and a few other people wondered if you wanted to hang out with us at the dot?" He asked. Imogen wanted to go hang out with her friends, but she really had to go home and spend time with her dad.

She shook her head, "I'd really love to, but I can't. Sorry Drew." She said.

"It's okay, no big deal. See you later Imogen." He said goodbye and headed out of the school. Imogen then went to her locker and gathered her items up to go home. She'd walk home, like she did everyday. The walk home was usually slower than it was today, and it took her longer to get home. She approached her front door and tried to unlock it with her key, but surprisingly, it was already unlocked.

"Dad?" Imogen asked as she entered the house, but only saw her mom, Natalie, waiting for her on the couch.

"Imogen, we need to talk." Natalie said.

"Mom, what's going on?"

"It's about your dad, sweetie..." She replied.


Author's Note: To be continued...?