Jimogen Journals Preview 002



Thankfully I found my notebook. It’ll probably take me the rest of the night to type up what I have. Hopefully I’ll have some time tomorrow to edit the next “chapter” of The Jimogen Journals. I did finish the banner though! You might not know this but I planned for this project to cover an extended period of time so yes there’s a timeline. What started out as snapshots is slowly evolving into a full blown story. That’s actually a hint for tomorrow. 
Teaser: "For you information, Imogen Moreno runs from nothing!"

Jimogen Journals Preview 002

Thankfully I found my notebook. It’ll probably take me the rest of the night to type up what I have. Hopefully I’ll have some time tomorrow to edit the next “chapter” of The Jimogen Journals. I did finish the banner though! You might not know this but I planned for this project to cover an extended period of time so yes there’s a timeline. What started out as snapshots is slowly evolving into a full blown story. That’s actually a hint for tomorrow.

Teaser: "For you information, Imogen Moreno runs from nothing!"

Jimogen Journals Preview 001


I was working all day today so I have nothing to post but I’m moving forward not only with the journal project but with a separate Jimogen fic. In fact I now have an entire binder dedicated solely to writing/ideas for them. Here’s a preview and yes, when this is typed there will be an ‘s’ in always ;) 
What is Imogen’s secret anyway?

Jimogen Journals Preview 001

I was working all day today so I have nothing to post but I’m moving forward not only with the journal project but with a separate Jimogen fic. In fact I now have an entire binder dedicated solely to writing/ideas for them. Here’s a preview and yes, when this is typed there will be an ‘s’ in always ;)

What is Imogen’s secret anyway?


The Jimogen Journal Collection 004: Who has time for drama with all this homework? part 2
“I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”– Daisy from The Great Gatsby
It was the day they would have their first real conversation.
Imogen hurriedly gathered the books from her locker as she spotted a familiar mop of black hair on the other end of the hall. She fumbled with her lock and called out to get his attention: “Eli!” The boy paused and turned to see Imogen skipping over.
Eli gave her a kind smile as she stopped in front of him with an awkward hop. “What’s up?”
Imogen couldn’t stop the goofy grin from spreading across her face. “Are you free today? I’m reading Gatsby and wanted your input for my paper…” She trailed off when she saw Eli’s expression change to one filled with hesitation.
“Sorry Imogen. I already made plans with Adam. But I’m sure you’ll do just fine even without my brilliant editing skills.” He gave her a wink and a sheepish grin before walking down the hall to where Adam Torres was standing impatiently with a stack of graphic novels and DVDs. Imogen tried to shrug off her disappointment as she made her way to the library. Even if she didn’t have Eli’s help she might as well work on her paper.
Jake Martin yawned and rubbed his forehead reflexively. He had spent the last hour attempting to get through The Great Gatsby. It wasn’t as bad as he had feared but he was still having trouble staying focused. Jake had reread the same paragraph four times and still had no idea what it said. This assignment was becoming more troublesome by the minute. He put the book down on the round table in front of him and stretched his arms toward the ceiling with another yawn. When he opened his eyes, she was in front of him. He watched as Imogen scanned the room taking in the tables crowed with polo-clad students eagerly studying in groups. Her eyes finally made their way to Jake’s table and she paused, an apprehensive veil washing over her features. A tiny smile spread across Jake’s lips. He gave her a slight nod happy to have a distraction and - if he was being honest- Imogen’s attention.
The pigtailed girl shuffled over to him and dropped her bag on the table. Her hand rested cautiously on the chair across from Jake. “You’re still reading?” she said with judgmental surprise.
Jake’s grin faltered. He slowly picked his book up keeping his eyes focused on the table. “It’s not really my thing.”
Imogen rolled her eyes and pulled the seat back settling into the work space. Jake was impressed by how fast her tentative facade had faded into an air of superiority. He watched as she pulled her own copy of Gatsby and an overstuffed purple notebook out of her bag. A small piece of yellow legal paper fluttered down to the floor as she did so. Imogen didn’t seem to notice but Jake did. He pushed his seat back and reached under the table for it. Imogen cocked a crooked eyebrow his way as he disappeared from her view. Imogen followed him watching as he stretched his hand out brushing the abandoned paper with his fingertips. Her eyes grew wide and she dived under the table with a thud. Jake jolted back from shock and his head made contact with the underside of the table. “Shit!” The resounding thud brought all the hushed whispers of the room to a silence. All eyes turned to the commotion under the table where Jake was doubled over in pain and Imogen sat wide eyed, clutching the yellow paper scrap to her chest with such force her knuckles were white- a scared deer in their headlight stares. Her eyes darted around avoiding their eyes. After a moment she relaxed and shrugged as if she spent all her days crawling under tables with Jake Martin. Jake on the hand was completely baffled.
Imogen reached out and brushed the back of Jake’s hair. He recoiled from her touch and backed out from under the table. She followed him from her side watching as he tried to shake away the pain. From personal experience she knew that was not a very effective way of treating head injuries. “Do you need to go to the nurse?” Jake’s eyes flickered over to her in confusion. He sat still with his eyes fixed on Imogen like he wasn’t sure what to make of her. Imogen watched his eyes drift to the paper in her hand. “I’m sorry about that. This is private.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t be so careless with your private things.” Jake snapped back. He glanced at the table next to them where several tenth graders were giving the pair dirty looks. 
Imogen’s gaze softened as she choked back a laugh. “That sounds weird.”
Jake wanted to be mad. He wanted to be annoyed but for some reason he wasn’t. Imogen was kinda crazy but that just made her exciting. He torn his eyes from her and sighed picking up Gatsby. “I’m fine. Well my head’s fine. But I could use a little help with this.” Imogen watched as he shook the tome carelessly.
She didn’t like Jake’s sudden interest in her. It made her feel self conscious. Especially since moments before Jake had come far too close to learning her secret. She relaxed and looked the taller boy straight in the eye. She could easily get out of this. “I was actually hoping Eli would help me with my own paper.”
Jake laughed. She was taken aback by his expression. He seemed amused and hurt at the same time. “Some people might say I’m a poor man’s substitute for that guy.” Jake was looking at her but all at once she realized he wasn’t. His mind was somewhere else now. She had always thought of Jake as an open book. Just another sheep in the halls of Degrassi, but in this moment he was guarded as if there was something under the surface that he didn’t want her to see. “Wanna give me a quick summary at least?”
Imogen pulled back from her thoughts. For some reason his words weren’t making sense to her. Maybe she was the one who hit her head. “Of the book?”
“Yeah.”
“Not really.” She started packing up her bag. It would be easier to work at home anyway. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”
“You’re leaving? After you nearly gave me a concussion?”
Imogen looked up at him as she pushed in the chair. She was surprised to see his eyes filled with disappointment. “You’ll live.”
“Wait! Imogen!” Jake jumped up from his seat and stepped toward her. “Look, I need some help with this. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be getting from this book.” He leaned down so their faces were a breath apart. “And well… you owe me.”
Imogen’s nose scrunched up as she looked up at him. “I owe you? For what?!”
“Nearly giving me a concussion?” His smile took Imogen by surprise. She had no idea what Jake was thinking. No idea at all.
//Entry #04. Toronto. Finally have some help with this paper. Imogen’s coming over on Saturday. This should be interesting.
Remnants of the Journal Collection of one, Imogen Moreno! Subject: BLACKMAIL Never will I underestimate Jake Martin again! Suddenly stuck “helping” Jake with his homework whatever that means. If he thinks I’m going to write his paper for him he has another thing coming.

The Jimogen Journal Collection 004: Who has time for drama with all this homework? part 2

“I hope she’ll be a fool—that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool.”– Daisy from The Great Gatsby
It was the day they would have their first real conversation.

Imogen hurriedly gathered the books from her locker as she spotted a familiar mop of black hair on the other end of the hall. She fumbled with her lock and called out to get his attention: “Eli!” The boy paused and turned to see Imogen skipping over.

Eli gave her a kind smile as she stopped in front of him with an awkward hop. “What’s up?”

Imogen couldn’t stop the goofy grin from spreading across her face. “Are you free today? I’m reading Gatsby and wanted your input for my paper…” She trailed off when she saw Eli’s expression change to one filled with hesitation.

“Sorry Imogen. I already made plans with Adam. But I’m sure you’ll do just fine even without my brilliant editing skills.” He gave her a wink and a sheepish grin before walking down the hall to where Adam Torres was standing impatiently with a stack of graphic novels and DVDs. Imogen tried to shrug off her disappointment as she made her way to the library. Even if she didn’t have Eli’s help she might as well work on her paper.

Jake Martin yawned and rubbed his forehead reflexively. He had spent the last hour attempting to get through The Great Gatsby. It wasn’t as bad as he had feared but he was still having trouble staying focused. Jake had reread the same paragraph four times and still had no idea what it said. This assignment was becoming more troublesome by the minute. He put the book down on the round table in front of him and stretched his arms toward the ceiling with another yawn. When he opened his eyes, she was in front of him. He watched as Imogen scanned the room taking in the tables crowed with polo-clad students eagerly studying in groups. Her eyes finally made their way to Jake’s table and she paused, an apprehensive veil washing over her features. A tiny smile spread across Jake’s lips. He gave her a slight nod happy to have a distraction and - if he was being honest- Imogen’s attention.

The pigtailed girl shuffled over to him and dropped her bag on the table. Her hand rested cautiously on the chair across from Jake. “You’re still reading?” she said with judgmental surprise.

Jake’s grin faltered. He slowly picked his book up keeping his eyes focused on the table. “It’s not really my thing.”

Imogen rolled her eyes and pulled the seat back settling into the work space. Jake was impressed by how fast her tentative facade had faded into an air of superiority. He watched as she pulled her own copy of Gatsby and an overstuffed purple notebook out of her bag. A small piece of yellow legal paper fluttered down to the floor as she did so. Imogen didn’t seem to notice but Jake did. He pushed his seat back and reached under the table for it. Imogen cocked a crooked eyebrow his way as he disappeared from her view. Imogen followed him watching as he stretched his hand out brushing the abandoned paper with his fingertips. Her eyes grew wide and she dived under the table with a thud. Jake jolted back from shock and his head made contact with the underside of the table. “Shit!” The resounding thud brought all the hushed whispers of the room to a silence. All eyes turned to the commotion under the table where Jake was doubled over in pain and Imogen sat wide eyed, clutching the yellow paper scrap to her chest with such force her knuckles were white- a scared deer in their headlight stares. Her eyes darted around avoiding their eyes. After a moment she relaxed and shrugged as if she spent all her days crawling under tables with Jake Martin. Jake on the hand was completely baffled.

Imogen reached out and brushed the back of Jake’s hair. He recoiled from her touch and backed out from under the table. She followed him from her side watching as he tried to shake away the pain. From personal experience she knew that was not a very effective way of treating head injuries. “Do you need to go to the nurse?” Jake’s eyes flickered over to her in confusion. He sat still with his eyes fixed on Imogen like he wasn’t sure what to make of her. Imogen watched his eyes drift to the paper in her hand. “I’m sorry about that. This is private.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t be so careless with your private things.” Jake snapped back. He glanced at the table next to them where several tenth graders were giving the pair dirty looks.

Imogen’s gaze softened as she choked back a laugh. “That sounds weird.”

Jake wanted to be mad. He wanted to be annoyed but for some reason he wasn’t. Imogen was kinda crazy but that just made her exciting. He torn his eyes from her and sighed picking up Gatsby. “I’m fine. Well my head’s fine. But I could use a little help with this.” Imogen watched as he shook the tome carelessly.

She didn’t like Jake’s sudden interest in her. It made her feel self conscious. Especially since moments before Jake had come far too close to learning her secret. She relaxed and looked the taller boy straight in the eye. She could easily get out of this. “I was actually hoping Eli would help me with my own paper.”

Jake laughed. She was taken aback by his expression. He seemed amused and hurt at the same time. “Some people might say I’m a poor man’s substitute for that guy.” Jake was looking at her but all at once she realized he wasn’t. His mind was somewhere else now. She had always thought of Jake as an open book. Just another sheep in the halls of Degrassi, but in this moment he was guarded as if there was something under the surface that he didn’t want her to see. “Wanna give me a quick summary at least?”

Imogen pulled back from her thoughts. For some reason his words weren’t making sense to her. Maybe she was the one who hit her head. “Of the book?”

“Yeah.”

“Not really.” She started packing up her bag. It would be easier to work at home anyway. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”

“You’re leaving? After you nearly gave me a concussion?”

Imogen looked up at him as she pushed in the chair. She was surprised to see his eyes filled with disappointment. “You’ll live.”

“Wait! Imogen!” Jake jumped up from his seat and stepped toward her. “Look, I need some help with this. I just don’t know what I’m supposed to be getting from this book.” He leaned down so their faces were a breath apart. “And well… you owe me.”

Imogen’s nose scrunched up as she looked up at him. “I owe you? For what?!”

“Nearly giving me a concussion?” His smile took Imogen by surprise. She had no idea what Jake was thinking. No idea at all.

//Entry #04. Toronto.
Finally have some help with this paper. Imogen’s coming over on Saturday. This should be interesting.

Remnants of the Journal Collection of one, Imogen Moreno!
Subject: BLACKMAIL
Never will I underestimate Jake Martin again! Suddenly stuck “helping” Jake with his homework whatever that means. If he thinks I’m going to write his paper for him he has another thing coming.

The Jimogen Journal Collection 003: Who has time for drama with all this homework? part 1

“The best books… are those that tell you what you know already.”– George Orwell

Ms.Dawes was more animated than usual as she handed out copies of The Great Gatsby to her grade 12 English class. Her gold and silver bracelets jingled with a Christmas-like cheer as she waved a paperback above her head. A quiet groan escaped the lips of the teenagers sitting in front of her. If Dawes saw the books as gift wrapped bundles of joy, her students saw the reading assignment as lumps of coal ready to dirty up their social lives with time consuming inconsideration. However Imogen didn’t share her classmates’ resentment. Instead a slight smile broke out on her lips as she continued to nibble on the end of her ballpoint pen. She was a true opportunist and Gatsby-fueled ideas began pooling in the back of her mind as Dawes placed a copy of the book on her desk.
Across the room, Jake Martin was staring out the window. He couldn’t muster any enthusiasm for the new assignment. Reading was hardly his strong suit. Jake wasn’t a man of words, something that had been a problem in his relationship with Clare. He preferred creating things with his hands: tangible, practical things. Not abstract ideas or analytical hogwash –surely requirements of this assignment. A sigh escaped his lips as he passively glanced at the glossy cover of the book sitting in front of him. At least it wasn’t a very long book…
//Entry #03. Toronto.  I’ll never understand how Clare can read all those books so quickly. It’s ridiculous. I wish she would read The Great Gatsby for me and then tell me what it’s about. She’s probably already read it anyway! That’s not really cheating is it? Not like I’m looking it up online- in fact it’s really just like reading the book only once removed. But she’d never go for that. No one would unless I paid them- yeah that’s probably cheating. Spark Notes it is then. Everyone uses Spark Notes, right?
Remnants of the Journal Collection of one, Imogen Moreno! Subject: REQUIRED READING Guess who read all of Gatsby in an hour? This girl right here! That’s another title I should add to my resume- Imogen Moreno: Power Reader. Sounds like a superhero- perfect fit for Imogen! I have to remember to ask Eli his opinion on the book tomorrow. I’m sure he’s read it, he’s probably read all the classics. I know I promised myself that I would move on from Eli Goldsworthy. But the past is the past and we’re soulmates so I just need to focus on our future. I can tell he feels a spark between us. If he works on this paper with me it’ll be a great way to show him what a perfect match we are. English class, why are you so good to me? :)

The Jimogen Journal Collection 003: Who has time for drama with all this homework? part 1

“The best books… are those that tell you what you know already.”– George Orwell

Ms.Dawes was more animated than usual as she handed out copies of The Great Gatsby to her grade 12 English class. Her gold and silver bracelets jingled with a Christmas-like cheer as she waved a paperback above her head. A quiet groan escaped the lips of the teenagers sitting in front of her. If Dawes saw the books as gift wrapped bundles of joy, her students saw the reading assignment as lumps of coal ready to dirty up their social lives with time consuming inconsideration. However Imogen didn’t share her classmates’ resentment. Instead a slight smile broke out on her lips as she continued to nibble on the end of her ballpoint pen. She was a true opportunist and Gatsby-fueled ideas began pooling in the back of her mind as Dawes placed a copy of the book on her desk.

Across the room, Jake Martin was staring out the window. He couldn’t muster any enthusiasm for the new assignment. Reading was hardly his strong suit. Jake wasn’t a man of words, something that had been a problem in his relationship with Clare. He preferred creating things with his hands: tangible, practical things. Not abstract ideas or analytical hogwash –surely requirements of this assignment. A sigh escaped his lips as he passively glanced at the glossy cover of the book sitting in front of him. At least it wasn’t a very long book…

//Entry #03. Toronto.
I’ll never understand how Clare can read all those books so quickly. It’s ridiculous. I wish she would read The Great Gatsby for me and then tell me what it’s about. She’s probably already read it anyway! That’s not really cheating is it? Not like I’m looking it up online- in fact it’s really just like reading the book only once removed. But she’d never go for that. No one would unless I paid them- yeah that’s probably cheating. Spark Notes it is then. Everyone uses Spark Notes, right?

Remnants of the Journal Collection of one, Imogen Moreno!
Subject: REQUIRED READING
Guess who read all of Gatsby in an hour? This girl right here! That’s another title I should add to my resume- Imogen Moreno: Power Reader. Sounds like a superhero- perfect fit for Imogen! I have to remember to ask Eli his opinion on the book tomorrow. I’m sure he’s read it, he’s probably read all the classics. I know I promised myself that I would move on from Eli Goldsworthy. But the past is the past and we’re soulmates so I just need to focus on our future. I can tell he feels a spark between us. If he works on this paper with me it’ll be a great way to show him what a perfect match we are. English class, why are you so good to me? :)

The Jimogen Journal Collection 002: What does it mean to want something? part 2

“You are not beautiful, exactly. // You are beautiful, inexactly.” – To Dorothy by Marvin Bell

She saw his reflection in the glass of the window. His hair looked windswept and his eyes were narrowed against the sun. Clearly he was trying to appear casual but those cool guy quirks didn’t work on Imogen. She saw the tension pulling at the muscles throughout his body. For a cool guy, Jake Martin was surprisingly… uncool. Heat pooled in Imogen’s cheeks as she forced her eyes to stop roaming his body. Her focus turned to her own reflection. She was puzzled by the expression she saw staring back at her. Imogen Moreno was hardly a stranger to desire. But yearning for Jake Martin? How could that be possible?
//Entry #02. Toronto. Almost talked to Imogen today, but I didn’t. I don’t understand what it is about that girl, she’s kinda magnetic.
Remnants of the Journal Collection of one, Imogen Moreno! Subject: UNCONVENTIONAL MYSTERIES What is the word for Jake Martin? I thought he was simple- too easy to read. Any interesting person has real mystery to them and Jake Martin doesn’t, right? He might qualify as unexpected though. Or it could be that they grow their pretty boys a little differently out in the woods. Haha! Just pictured Jake as a turnip! But no worries, of course I have a plan to figure it all out. I’m going to prove that he’s a fraud! That Jake Martin is nothing more than a pretty face wrapped in a plaid shirt. Just another Clare Edwards type: B-O-R-I-N-G!

The Jimogen Journal Collection 002: What does it mean to want something? part 2

“You are not beautiful, exactly. // You are beautiful, inexactly.” – To Dorothy by Marvin Bell

She saw his reflection in the glass of the window. His hair looked windswept and his eyes were narrowed against the sun. Clearly he was trying to appear casual but those cool guy quirks didn’t work on Imogen. She saw the tension pulling at the muscles throughout his body. For a cool guy, Jake Martin was surprisingly… uncool. Heat pooled in Imogen’s cheeks as she forced her eyes to stop roaming his body. Her focus turned to her own reflection. She was puzzled by the expression she saw staring back at her. Imogen Moreno was hardly a stranger to desire. But yearning for Jake Martin? How could that be possible?

//Entry #02. Toronto.
Almost talked to Imogen today, but I didn’t. I don’t understand what it is about that girl, she’s kinda magnetic.

Remnants of the Journal Collection of one, Imogen Moreno!
Subject: UNCONVENTIONAL MYSTERIES
What is the word for Jake Martin? I thought he was simple- too easy to read. Any interesting person has real mystery to them and Jake Martin doesn’t, right? He might qualify as unexpected though. Or it could be that they grow their pretty boys a little differently out in the woods. Haha! Just pictured Jake as a turnip! But no worries, of course I have a plan to figure it all out. I’m going to prove that he’s a fraud! That Jake Martin is nothing more than a pretty face wrapped in a plaid shirt. Just another Clare Edwards type: B-O-R-I-N-G!

The Jimogen Journal Collection 001: What does it mean to want something? part 1

“It’s one thing to make a picture of what a person looks like; it’s another thing to make a portrait of who they are.” – Paul Caponigro

She was there again today: standing in front of Downtown Camera, umbrella in hand, looking longingly into the storefront window. The cool drizzle of the overcast day didn’t even seem to bother her. It was like she was mesmerized by the reflective lenses behind the glass. And in turn, he was mesmerized by her.
//Entry #01. Toronto. Saw her again today. I guess it’s becoming a regular thing.  Starting to believe Imogen is addicted to window shopping. It’s cute in  an absurd kind of way.
Remnants of the Journal Collection of one, Imogen Moreno! Subject: WISHLIST~ Went to Downtown Camera today! Saw my baby. I promised her that she’s going to come home real soon. Also, it was raining and I could have sworn I felt eyes staring at me through the raindrops. Maybe the water gods were scouting me? :P

The Jimogen Journal Collection 001: What does it mean to want something? part 1

“It’s one thing to make a picture of what a person looks like; it’s another thing to make a portrait of who they are.” – Paul Caponigro

She was there again today: standing in front of Downtown Camera, umbrella in hand, looking longingly into the storefront window. The cool drizzle of the overcast day didn’t even seem to bother her. It was like she was mesmerized by the reflective lenses behind the glass. And in turn, he was mesmerized by her.

//Entry #01. Toronto.
Saw her again today. I guess it’s becoming a regular thing. Starting to believe Imogen is addicted to window shopping. It’s cute in an absurd kind of way.

Remnants of the Journal Collection of one, Imogen Moreno!
Subject: WISHLIST~
Went to Downtown Camera today! Saw my baby. I promised her that she’s going to come home real soon. Also, it was raining and I could have sworn I felt eyes staring at me through the raindrops. Maybe the water gods were scouting me? :P



The Jimogen Journal Collection: A series of excerpts from the personal journals of Imogen Moreno and Jake Martin.

A new ficlet/editing project <3 To be updated weekly

The Jimogen Journal Collection: A series of excerpts from the personal journals of Imogen Moreno and Jake Martin.

A new ficlet/editing project <3 To be updated weekly