Saint Joseph School

Will watched the clouds drift by lazily overhead, all his life he had wanted to fly. Ever sence the day he descoverd his powers he had hoped against hope they would let him fly. He had almost broken his legs twice trying to find out. It was a crule joke, he beleaved, that he was now a Saint Joseph "Flyer"

"I'm a flyer who cant even hover," He thought as he let out a long sigh.

Every one of his atempts to fly before had failed: The Sky Raiders had trashed the jet pack his Grandfather had given him, his "anti-gravity" belt didnt even have enough lift to get him a few inches off the floor, and then there were those damn wing plans his Grandfather had. "Found 'em in an ancient Ailen tomb in Scotland," that's what he always used to say. Blueprints for ailen gravity wings, Just another reason people called him crazey.
Slowly Will opend his eyes and started to sit up. He could just bearly make out the shapes of some of the younger studients playing tag in the air around the park.

"Damn it, why can everyone around here fly except me," he grumbled "there just has to be a way..."

...Thats when it hit him...

"PIXYSTYX!!! Alice might be able to use her magic to help me fly!"

Without a second thought Will reached down, grabed his backpack, and sped off towards the girls dorms.