...I gazed up through the dead trees and swirling snow, bewildered by the beauty of the stormy clouds. But wait, what was that? Movement in the sky? A figure came gliding out of a cloud, with wisps still trailing in it's wake. Winglike limbs jutted out from its back, and a helmet of rough steel was on its head. It circled lower, and lower, towards the forest below. Its wings were a solid gray with a slight hue of blue at the tips. It landed on the tree tops with the grace of an owl and slowly turned its head towards me....
     "Roxanne! Will you please pay attention!" Shouted my teacher, Mrs. Hill, snapping me out of my daze.
     "Y-Yes!" I stuttered, embarrassed by the sudden attention.
     She continued to drone on about math, speaking about how important it is to know algebra and what not. I glanced around at the other students, finding that almost all the students had a bored expression on their faces. Eighth grade sure was quite dull.
    Class soon ended and everyone raced out of the classroom so they could catch the bus or get picked up by their parents. I headed to the school entrance, weaving around students and listening to the chatter go on around me. Everyone but me seemed to have such an interesting life, what with school drama, friends to talk to, places to be. Me, I'm a loner who couldn't be more bland.
     "Hey Roxi!" My brother, Alex, yelled from across the school parking lot. He drove up next to me in his beat up tan Buick. "How was school?" He asked me.
     "Eh, same old same old." I reply with a sigh.
     "Hey, lighten up," he says with a chuckle,"school's almost over, remember? Only four more months to go!"
     I smile and say,"Yeah, but you're a senior and I still have four more years to go after this."
     "True..." He says.
     We fall into silence with the windows rolled down and the music lulls me back into my imagination again...
     ...the winged figure is now following us, dodging trees in the forest that grows next to the road. As the scenery opens into farmland, the figure turns its head and I can finally see their face. With the mask on, it's hard to tell facial features, except for the gray eyes, long lashes, and lips. I can tell it is a girl by the tight fitting long sleeved shirt that she wears. She wears ripped skinny jeans and leather boots. Connected to her ankles is some type of tool that resembles a bird tail with all of its feathers. It must be used for navigation.
     The moment ends and she shoots into the sky with five great wing beats. She starts doing tricks, such as spirals, dives, and loops, all the while keeping up with the truck. Suddenly, she stops and in a blink she goes into the cloud cover and disappears...
     "We're here!" Announces my brother. I get out of the car, enter the house, and almost get tackled by my black German Shepherd, Lucy. I walk into my room and throw my backpack onto my bed, still daydreaming about the winged girl that my imagination had drummed up.
     If only she were real, I would finally have a friend. If only my imagination could come alive...