"Mora, first day of school dear. You've got to get going. You're dad is waiting in the car," called Elizabeth up the stairs.

"Coming mom," replied Mora rushing down the stairs. She smoothed her hair before running out the door. "Love you," she called before shutting the door with a dull thud. She quickly hopped into her dad's truck and pulled the seat belt over her chest. Her father handed her a bagel. "Thank you."

"Of course darling," smiled her father. He pulled out of the driveway and they drove not speaking. Mora rested her head on her and stared out the window. She watched the long winding pastures ahead of herself. Just a couple of trees and vast open plains. Wait.

There was a mounted horseman riding along side the car. Mora perked up at the sight of them. They turned and looked at her, their deep brown eyes so striking. So familiar. She looked at her dad, but he didn't seem to see the mysterious rider. When she looked back they were gone.

Mora's father turned left and the grassy pastures soon turned into a town. The town grew and soon he pulled up to a school and let her out in the front.

"Have a good day Mora," he smiled before driving away. Mora waved until she couldn't see him anymore. She took in a deep breath. School. The place where she didn't belong. She was smart but not outstandingly so. She wasn't the best in her sport. She simply was. Mora had good friends people who cared about her. There was just something missing, just a feeling. Every time she stepped into the hallowed halls of her high school she felt misplaced. The feeling was unimportant. She just wanted to get home.

"MORA!" Screeched Nessa barreling toward Mora. She slammed into her best friend.

"Nessa!" Laughed Mora, "I haven't seen you all summer. Where have you been?"

"My parent flew me out to my cousins in New York City for the summer, don't you remember?" Asked Nessa pulling away from her friend.

"How could I have forgotten?" Replied Mora. Nessa grabbed her hand and pulled Mora inside. Emptiness filled Mora, she was surrounded by people. Some friends even but she felt desolate and alone. She felt hollow like she was missing something. This was worse than it had been in years past, something about seeing the rider threw her.

"Hey Mora. Earth to Mora," said Nessa waving her hand in front of Mora. "Hey!" She snapped her fingers. Mora was sent back into reality. She watched Nessa's fingers snap in slow motion. Her hand started to go red for just a split second.

"Yeah, yeah I'm here," laughed Mora nervously, "Just zoned out for a second." Mora couldn't stop staring at Nessa's hand. Why did they go red? Must've been her over active imagination. Everyone had gotten their schedule a few weeks ago, Mora had memorized it already. She didn't want another thing to worry about.

"What do you have first?" Asked Mora.

"I was just listed off my whole schedule to you, weren't you listening?" Chastised Nessa.

"Sorry, I just am really tired. Not used to waking up this early," shrugged off Mora.

"I have English," said Nessa after glancing at her schedule.

"Calc," said Mora. "And here's my locker." Mora swiftly opened the locker. She had put her books in there weeks before as well. She grabbed the few books she needed before closing it.

"I'm telling you right now, you're birthday's going to be great. Sixteen on Saturday, I've already planned it and started to invite people," said Nessa pulling her to class.

"I already told you I don't want more people there then you and the people at our lunch table."

"And that's who it's going to be. And a few others. We have to go dress shopping on Friday!"

"My class is the other way Nessa, and please nothing big." Mora walked away from Nessa to her class. She had taken Pre-Calculus over the summer and was now taking regular calc. Why she put this work load on herself she would never know. Mora sat by the window like she did in all her classes. Something about the outside calmed her down. She was looking outside waiting for the bell to ring.

Low and behold the mysterious figure on the horse was outside the window. They were just standing there under the tree. Mora pulled sheet music out from her bag and started writing some melodies. She hears them in her head sometimes when she's feeling certain emotions. She wrote the desolate feeling of school transforming it into the mystery shrouding the rider. The hopefulness she felt around them. The annoyance at the bell.

How chipper the teacher sounded blending with the annoyance and fatigue of the students. She wrote the beautiful melodies down and quickly added harmonies to follow. All the while listening to the teacher map out the syllabus of the course. First days were usually like that at Mora's high school.

During her study block she might be able to quickly go down to the piano room to rehearse her new music. As her mind wandered so did her eyes and again they fell outside. The rider was still there lurking in the shadows of her mind.

Mora knew she had seen him before, there was just something about them. The white horse was speckled with black and had a regal air about it. And the rider them self. The warm brown eyes inviting, something she had to have known before. All else was covered by the grey armor they wore.

Who were they, and why could she only see them? It must be her imagination, but to bring it to life so vividly. Mora didn't know what to believe. They almost seemed from her childhood fantasy world. The horse and the rider. Edmund and Angelfire. Maybe it was her imaginary friend.

Or maybe Mora wanted something to think about, one last adventure before she was trapped in calculus for the rest of the year. But who knows what the future holds, especially when old imaginary friends knock on your door.