Present day. The day is shining and you drive through the trees on the dirt road towards the barn for the first time. As you pass by you notice horses grazing in the field nearby, looking healthy and unharmed. Just enjoying the sun and each other. On the other side you notice the show grounds. Perfectly untouched. The dirt lay flat in the showing area. You give a slight squeal of excitement and finally arrive at the end of the drive, parking your now-dirty-truck near the stables. Excitedly, you hop out, not even bothering to lock your car. Although you want to get started as soon as possibly, you walk slowly, enjoying and checking out the new environment. A smile is just plastered on your face and eyes bright and blue. Finally, the sound of stomping hooves in a stall wake you from your daydream. You rush over to see what's going on and there, standing in the clean stall, a black mare. It looks like a Morgan but you're not necessarily sure. Slowly, you open the window to the stall and reach your hand in, helmet under your arm. The mare was skiddish and cautious about it, but after a little while she reaches over and softly touches your hand. Warm air is brushed onto your arm as she takes multiple steps forward. Immediately a friendship is made.

You enter the coffee shop. Life has been very difficult since you've moved here. It seems nothing has been going right at all. Everything has changed. Why was it you that had to leave? You glance at the menu but don't even bother to give an order. You're broke anyways. So why does it matter? Instead, you walk slowly over to the window seat and step up onto the stool. You rest your chin on your hand and just look outside at all the other happy teenagers and kids. It's hard for you to make friends. You're not really sure why either. Giving a deep sigh you close your eyes briefly until a hand touches your shoulder. You jump and gasp slightly, quickly turning around to look at who it was. You've never seen him before. He looks about your age and you try to give a smile but end up looking away. The boy sits next to you and you notice he has a name badge on. 'Matt' is what it reads. You look at his funny smile and then look away. "Can I get you something?" The boy asks you, concern in his voice. You shake your head. For some reason, you like this kid. And he likes you back.