-Insolitae Academy- Book One of The Oddities

Ozzy and I Have a Deep Talk about Being Special

I PLODDED into the house and closed the front door. I sighed,  tossing my bag against the living room wall. "Oh thank god Mom and Dad won't be back until seven." I murmered to myself. 

"Yes, you're lucky in that respect." laughed a voice from the couch.

I screamed, jumping up against the wall. Once I saw who it was, though, I relaxed a bit. "Oswald Johnathan Thyme if you ever scare me like that again I will kill you slowly!" I yelled, adrenaline pumping through my body.

"Nice to see you too, Kyles." my best friend laughed, standing up. "Don't use Oswald, though. It makes me sound like an old fogey."

In case you hadn't gathered, Ozzy is my best friend. We generally hang out together after school everyday. My parents trusted him with his own key, because we've been friends since before we could walk.

 And before you ask- We do get teased something awful at school about this. "Ozzy and Kyli sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G-" the normal crap. Honestly, you'd think middle school kids would be more mature.

"OI! Kyles!" Ozzy was waving a hand in front of my face. "You alright there?"

I shook myself, snapping out of my thoughts. "Yeah, Oz, I'm fine." I gave him a reassuring smile. 

"Good." Ozzy sat back on the couch. "Because we need to talk about it."

I tensed. "What are you talking about?" I asked, playing dumb.

Ozzy sighed. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. We need a plan."

I sat down on the couch next to Ozzy. "What is there to talk about, Oz? One day, we're awkward social outcasts. The next, we're awkward social outcasts who can fly." 

Yes, you read that right. No, it's not a typo. Ozzy and I can fly.

Two weeks ago, it started. I woke up one morning and I was floating a foot above my bed.  I thought I was dreaming at first. But after several pinches, it became clear that I wasn't dreaming. I could actually fly. 

The first person I called was Ozzy. The same had happened to him as well. Naturally, we were excited at first. But our mood was quickly dulled by the realization of what came with it. 

We couldn't tell anyone. Not our parents, our teachers, our classmates... nobody. If we did, who knows what they would do. Put us in a science lab and let people take blood samples to figure out what made us fly? Shun us and treat us as freaks? We just didn't know. 

This flying thing was dangerous. We didn't know how everyone would treat us if they figured it out. So, we kept it a secret. 

But now, it's harder to control. Most of the time, we can float in the air by ourselves.But recently, we started popping up at random intervals. Like yesterday- I was in the ladies's room, washing my hands, when suddenly I was two feet up in the air! Luckily, no one else was with me. And Ozzy said he was in class the other day when he bobbed up a few inches in his seat. Luckily, he sits in the back, so no one noticed. 

But how much longer could we keep getting lucky for? How much longer until someone noticed and stuck us in a science lab? Ozzy was right. We needed a plan.

"The thing is, we can't just ignore it until it goes away." Ozzy groaned, putting his head in his hands. "We need to do something about it- and fast."  

"Well, I don't know about you, but ignoring it is working pretty well for me." I grinned, attempting to lighten the mood. "Hey, do you want a snack?" I asked, trying to change the subject. "We've got..." I walked over to the pantry and scanned its contents. "Apples, multigrain granola bars, unsalted organic popcorn, and generally a bunch of healthy crap that doesn't count as food." I closed the door and turned around. "God, why does Mom have to be such a health freak?"

 Ozzy glanced at me, looking offended. "I like multigrain granola bars."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well, you're Ozzy. The guy who insisted people called him 'The Wizard' for two weeks after seeing The Wizard of Oz."

Ozzy flushed a dull red. "It was a phase! Besides," he added, his color returning to normal, "Remember that time you wore your plastic tiara everywhere and made people call you 'Princess Kyliana of Sparkles land'"?

I pinkened. "I was five years old!"

Ozzy shrugged. "You started it."

Secretly, I was just glad I had managed to change the subject. "How about we try and figure out how to  make something edible with this cough drop flavored rubber instead of fighting?" I asked, grabbing some fruit strips from the pantry.

Ozzy made a face. "Oh, those? Those are disgusting."

(Well, there we go. I've found something Oz won't eat! How about a round of applause for the fantastic Kyli Williams?)

"But we still need to talk," added Ozzy. "Don't think I haven't forgotten about it. I know what you're doing, Kyli."

 "Fine." I sighed, walking over and flumping (A/N: I know flumping isn't a word, and I don't care. :)) on the couch next to Ozzy. "What's our plan?"

Ozzy shrugged. "I have no clue. What do you think?"

I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. "Continue like this until something goes wrong. If it does, deny everything."

"And what if denying everything doesn't work?" Ozzy questioned. "What if they get us on tape or something?"

"Kick and scream the entire way to prison or wherever they want to take us." I answered matter-of-factly. 

"Absolutely freaking brilliant, Kyles." Ozzy said sarcastically. "And what happens after the kicking and screaming?"

I thought for a moment. "We escape."

Ozzy groaned despairingly, placing his head in his hands. "There is absolutely no talking to you."

"Of course not. Did you expect anything different?" I grinned.

"No, not really." He muttered, his head still in his hands.

"Then we understand each other." I smiled and hugged him briefly before skipping back over to the fridge. "Well, if we take low-fat, sugar-free chocolate hazelnut butter and smear it on some apples, it should taste all right." I said, staring at the horrible, healthy nutella impostor and the back of Fuji's. 

"Well, what are we waiting for?" Ozzy said, standing back up. "Let's eat!"

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Hello my fantasticies! (Well, people say lovelies so why not fantasticies?) ! Thank you for reading my story and putting up with my made up words. 

Tell me what you think of Ozzy! Ozzy is from my childhood. He was one of my imaginary friends, though that is a little unusual since I am a girl, and girls usually have girl imaginary friends.

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QueenDreamie