Wingless (phan)

First day

Hey guys. I'm sorry I didn't update, I've been at my grandmothers with no wifi for 4 days. I love the idea of this story and well I hope you do too. Can I just say spotify is my savior. Okay well here it is. * the phan is coming *

Air engulfs me, making it hard to breathe. The tops of houses and trees are ever so distant. Amy is smiling as she spins and twirls in the air. See I have no control over what she does, so it's sorta terrifying. "Dan, want to just skip. I mean you know everything, and I don't feel like even stepping foot in that place." Amy giggles.

"Amy, no what would mum say if we didn't go. Anyways I have music today." I yell over the sound of rushing wind. She just groans and starts to fly straight down. The sun's rays rain over my body. For once, the light isn't so bad. The school is just below, and knowing Amy she did this on purpose. She plummets, making me hold onto her as tightly as I can. Her bright wings almost completely close due to the speed. At the last second, the very last second, she lets them open to their full length, the air around us filling with light.  Show off. She lands and I hop away from her. We share our goodbyes and head separate ways. My bag holds everything I need, black of course, and it's held securely to my back. My first class is The history of the winged ones. Such bullshit if you ask me. It's basically just self glorification for the leaders. The school has many levels, the majority of the students flying around, the minority being the younger kids. Then there's me. Seventeen and without a pair of wings. Walking up three levels, I reach my class. Everyone ignores me as usual. See being wingless at this age is bad enough, but then we have... Well other complications. I'm a problem child. I can't keep my hands to myself, what can I say. They call me retard, they get punched. I take my seat in the back, it's always in the back, and take out my papers. My old quill, which was of my own mother's feather, recently broke so I have to use one of Amy's, which is gold ink. It's customary to use your own feather by now, but because of my situation, that doesn't apply to me. Gold is so girly dear lord. My lips turn blue, and I know what's coming next. Phil walks into the room, a gorgeous hot shot who is the best at everything involving his wings. Huge and so light they are almost white, but are really blue. His hair ebony black, and eyes matching his wings. I move my eyes from him back to my papers. I'm no perfect student, but I try to keep to myself unless someone gets to me first. The room's temperature goes down at least twenty degrees, and the teacher turns it right back up. I guess you could say Phil's a troublemaker too. The class drags on forever and when the bell rings, I have the rest of the day free until after lunch. You see, the first and second years learn only things wingless and winged can both learn. After that more and more classes involve either powers or wings. I basically only have two real classes, history and potions. I chose music and art. Three out of four are after lunch, so I have to wait. I walk around campus, the green and shade tempting me. Pools of water are placed at random, and small decks at the edge of the campus are places where people can fall off and fly away. For me, jumping off would mean, well, death. So I try to not stray. I spend two hours, under a tree, humming songs and moving things in the water with my fingers. Lunch, I grab a fruit and eat it on the top of a tree. People call me a animal, the way I climb everything and anything. Potions class flys by, and so does art. Then my favorite class of them all. Music. There is a certain instrument, called the piano, that makes me feel like I can do anything. I touch the cream keys and press down on one. And then another. I play the notes of a song that I'm making up as I go. I start to laugh as the notes surround me, making me feel as if I'm flying in my own world. As the song gets deeper, I stop laughing. I stop abruptly when I hear "That was beautiful" a quiet voice says, melting the cold but his own body making the temperature  unbearable.

"Oh hi Phil" I say, anxiously wiping my hands on my black skinnies.

"Hello Daniel." he says back, eyes focused on my own.

"It's just Dan." I say smiling. The black piano seems nothing compared to him. I look back at him, his eyes questioning.

"Who was that song by?" He says.

"Me, spur of the moment thing really," I say, going back to my cool persona.

"Oh really? It's gorgeous" he says, sitting on a chair. I want to say no you're gorgeous, but I don't want to come off as a creep. I know he's waiting for me to go back to playing, so I carry on for the rest of the afternoon. He just stares and occasionally flutters his wings. At the end of it all, I stand up and he soon follows. "You're amazing Dan. I could never do something like that." Phil says, reaching out his hand. I take a good minute to realize he wants to shake mine, and I follow his actions. I'm such a dunce at all types of handshakes.

"Goodbye Phil" I mutter. He nods, and I walk to the designated dock Amy and I meet at. The sun is shining, and all I want is night to fall upon us. Amy is waiting there, chatting with friends. When I appear, their noses turn up with disgust and they say their goodbyes.

"I was having pleasant conversation with unpleasant people it seems." Amy clucks. I shrug, still feeling strange after the time I spent with Phil. Amy's golden wings break out, light flooding the area around us. "Ready Dan?" Amy's words shook me. This was a normal day for me. Always dependent. I feel almost as if I have two parts of me. My dependent, helpless part of me when the sun shines. And then the independent, reckless part of me that only manifests during the cold, dark night.

"I'm ready" I say, praying for the dark to come and for me to be who I really am. I take her hand and we fight the sun to the horizon. Goodbye sun. Hello me.

Alright done now. I'm going to try to get this out tomorrow, at some random restaurant or something.

- xo forever xo