Fang
An array of stars stretched magnificently across the sky, illuminating the world for a young man who stood underneath, gazing up. Deep in thought, he watched the stars twinkle, following a star as it shot across the night sky. His name was Fang, not what he had been given at birth, but the name he went by. Minutes passed and he did not move, unnoticed atop the two story building; its gray roof blending in with his dark attire. A twinge of pain radiated from his back, calling for his attention.
Rolling his shoulders, onyx wings unfurled, stretching several feet in either direction. He flexed them slightly, until the tension had been released, before relaxing his shoulders, and yes, his wings. Like a bird. An unexplained occurrence he had no desire to question.
Perfectly centered despite the staggering height of the building, which was paired with a decent wind, the raven haired male strode to the edge of the roof. He closed his eyes, reveling in the chilling breeze, before opening his eyes and gazing downward, past the sneakers that hung more than an inch over the last of the gray shingles to the waiting ground below. A smirk stretched across his face, and he flung himself into empty air.
Tonight's flight was an attempt to leave behind the onset of aggravation that would be accompanying him throughout the next week, which very well might last for the next several months. His uncle, whom he lived with, was the most prominent of businessmen. Word of a new cruise line had spread throughout the west coast, lately. Apparently it was a huge deal, and all sorts of big time businessmen and entrepreneurs would be in attendance. Naturally, it went without saying his uncle would be there, as well as his family to represent his family-man image. However, there was one member of the family that would not have the privilege. Him.
Rather, he was being shipped off to Chandler Academy –a snobbish, preppy boarding school if he'd ever heard one – where he would spend the rest of the remainder of the year. He could only hope there would not be too many watchful eyes, or annoying females who thought they would get things just because their father was filthy rich. Somehow, he didn't trust his chances. In all honesty, it couldn't get too much worse than it already was.
He already had a cousin who made up the school's reigning 'clique'. Emily was a grade A queen bee, not to mention a serious pain in his– A jet passed overhead, and Fang angled himself down, lest he be spotted. Glancing skyward he noticed the moon had almost reached its crescendo. Tomorrow would be rough, with all the packing and shipping off to be done.
Wheeling around, Fang made for home, already preparing himself for the next few days to come. Doing his best to look on the bright side, not exactly his forte, the young man reminded himself of the people he would be privileged to forget existed for the next few months. No more of his Uncle, with his condescending stares. Nor anymore of his whining Aunt, constantly demanding to know why he did so little to help around a fully-staffed house. Most excitably, not that he ever got excited, he would see no more of Emily, or her aggravating friends.
With any luck, word of his family's social standing would not have made it to the boarding school. If so, he would be free of troublesome girls, who so often followed him in hopes of attracting his attention. Perhaps in this new town he might find peace from all the madness.