Unidentified flying objects-Phan

1| The Beginning |1

The soft grass underfoot, the slight prick of a passing thorn. Wings sprout form his back as he jumps from a steep ledge, flying into the sky. He is an outcast, which is understandable, considering he can fly.

The only other human he knew who flew, was his grandfather who was dis-owned as a baby. So Dan was rather alone when it came to have the aerodynamic abilities of flying.

He was born this way, and he was expected to hide his wings in public. Showing them was a risk. But most of the time he flew close to the ground around town, sending most people's apparent skin piercing stares in his direction.

He could care less honestly.  With the cool breeze running through the crevices in his wings, the sharp air, the adrenaline running through his veins.

The only thing wrong with his wings, is that when they where hidden, it caused him in-ignorable pain. His parents didn't believe him. At school, he was forced to hide them all day, fearing being expelled. The pain was unbearable, but he learned to repress it.

  Hell, he learned to repress all his feelings, all he expressed was his love for flying.

  Landing was interesting, as his feet hit the soft grassy ground, small pin pricks of broken twigs. Sometimes he fell, getting coated in the mud and dirt coating the floor. His brown hair was covered in mud by now.

  He jumped off another small cliff flying to the next. His wings fluttering in the wind. He flew in through the whole in his attic ceiling, landing softly on his bed.

  He was so caught up in searching for his phone, he didn't notice his mom in the doorway, an unimpressed glare in her eyes.

  "You know your curfew is 4:30PM!" She practically yelled in his ear.

  "Sorry mom, won't happen again"

  "What if someone saw you?"

  "I'm sorry, alright?"

  She rolled her eyes. He way have only been 20 minutes late, but she didn't care. "Dinner is in 40 minutes" she announced and left the room.

  He grunted and took a small razor from under his bed. He rolled up his sleeve and allowed the thin metal to slide across his arm, leaving scattered wounds only deep enough to bleed. He never went to deep. He watched the small drops of blood form on the cuts.

  When they dried, he washed them off and rolled his sleeve down.

  Next to his house, there was a large tree. He flew on top and often slept on the thick leafs. Today was no different. He flew to the tree with 20 minutes to spare, bringing his phone with an alarm activated.

He sat there, his thoughts over took him. He looked down, what felt like hours later, and saw a man on a bench. He looked rather tall, but from a birds eye view it was hard to tell. He had black ebony hair, and that's all Dan could see.

In Dans small town, everyone knew everyone. No one tended to visit, but people tended to leave. It had been years since dan has seen a new face. He was despised nonetheless, but this man seemed, unfamiliar.

It was confusing, the way he seemed so at peace with his surroundings, yet they must have been new to the man. Dan sat baffled, just to realize his alarm had gone off. His phone buzzed in his hand, and he flew quickly to his attic room.

15 minutes later, his mom came in to alert him of dinner, and dan walked downstairs.

"Put your wings away at the table Dan"

"But momm, that hurts a lot"

"Rules are rules, your under my roof, follow my rules"

Dan complied, his wings receding into his back. He winced in pain, but tried to ignore it. His mother looked happy, his sister looked at her food, and his father served himself mashed potatoes.

Dan looked outside willingly, when he saw someone approach the door.

*670 words*
This story will be updated slowly, or all at once. Who knows. Leave an honest review please, and I'll decide weather or not to make a second part. Over and out. ~Carp the great