The untitled story of ten people banished from their homeland, their kids who can fly, a curious scientist, and one annoying talking cat!
an excerpt

The wind blasted her with a gust of energy and she staggered back a step. It seeped into her bones, through her flesh and coursed through her veins like blood. It gave her a new resolve, a new ambition.

And she knew that she could do it.

The lanky teen leaned into the wind on top of the apartment building. She stared down at the traffic lights so far below her. She felt miles high, more privileged than the poor souls who were cursed to crawl about the ground. The wind tugged at her, pushing and pulling her, beckoning her, calling her name.

“Why me?” she whispered, but her words were stolen by the mischievous wind. She pounded her fist on the concrete wall that surrounded the rooftop. “Why me!” she yelled into the dusk. “Why did you have to pick me?” Her voice quavered in her anxiety.

The wind gave her no answer.

She sighed. She could never face her father again. He had been so, so... No she could never go home again. She was nothing but a nightmare to him. She could never go back.

But the wind...

She pulled herself onto the ledge, on top of the building, on top of the city, on top of the world. The wind shrieked with jubilee. It swirled around her, lifting her clothes and threatening to topple her into the abyss between the buildings. “I can’t!” she said with a half-sob. “I can’t do it!”

She knew that she could.

Something inside her twisted. She breathed in sharply. She knew that she was on the brink, both physically and emotionally. If she obeyed the wind’s call, there was no going back, no begging to be accepted by her father. Not that he would ever take her back... He would be glad to have her out of his life. This was it. She was about to leave her old life behind forever. She could never go back, even if she wanted to now. She had rejected her father, and he had rejected her.

She leaned forward. The gust of uprising wind took her by surprise. She smiled. She knew what she had to do.

“Skye!” a voice gasped behind her.

She stiffened. “What are you doing here?” she muttered. “Can’t you see I’m busy?” She turned and saw Tam standing on the roof below her. His eyes were full of fear and shock.

“Skye, what are you doing? Get down! You’ll get hurt!” He held out his hand to her.

“No. Tam, I’m leaving. Forever. I'm a Flyer.” She straightened, standing proudly.

“What? What are you talking about! Your father told me that you jumped out the window! And that you FLEW up here. Skye, are you insane?” Tam took a step nearer.

Skye shook her head sadly. “No, I’m not crazy. My father might think so, but I’m not. He just doesn’t understand who I am, or what I am. I’m leaving New York to seek my fortune elsewhere. I’m not coming back. So I guess you’ll get my mustang after all.” She tried to smile, but it faltered. “Goodbye, Tam.”

“Wait! Skye, are you sure about this? You don’t seem like yourself! Come down and we can talk some more about this!”

“No. I tried to tell you. Remember when you saw me floating above the floor, back in the apartment?”

He tried to shake his head, but she lifted an eyebrow at him and he stopped.

“You remember,” she nodded. “You didn’t imagine it. I’m a Flyer.”

“I can’t believe this. Your father was right, you are crazy.”

She hopped in the air, hovering three feet about the roof to show him. He staggered backwards, tripped over his feet, and fell. He sat there on the concrete, staring up at her in amazement.

She smirked. “Tam, I am not crazy.”

He swallowed. “Maybe I am. How can this be?”

“I can’t tell you any more. Just forget about me, forget that you ever saw me here, and don’t tell anyone, okay?”

He nodded, still in a daze.

Skye nodded slightly in return. She turned away and flung herself off the rooftop, her fiery hair flowing in the starlight.