TailsX??? Rebrith of Miles P.1

The trails of the sky’s clouds go as far as I can see. If I could go and fly away and wonder through that great beyond… The horizon line is my enemy and my forever foe. One of these days I’ll fly past those trees and see what I’ve been missing.
“Miles!” A taller silhouette of a fox trails onto the floor and made it’s way closer to the daydreamer that propped himself in aw. The older fox shook him to and fro lightly.
“Miles… Quit spacing out. Dad is looking for you.” Miles shook out of it. Standing up and made his way down the stairs. Shame was all that came to his eyes. As his tails swayed behind him. Head down and only talked when you are asked to.
Knocking on the door Miles stood there in silence until told to come in.
“Ah Miles. Nice to know you could make it down here. Don’t forget that your Birthday is happening in a week and I want you to act according to “plan”, okay Miles?”
Nodding with his eyes down. I know what the plan was. Didn’t want it to go like it was but that’s okay… Just get this over with. –Kay Miles?”
“Yes Dad.”
“Can you repeat it…?”
Miles looked up with a glassy look to his eye and took a breath and said in an emotionless tone, “Next week you want me to try and hide my other tails as much as possible and just smile and act happy with the kids you invite over. Nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Right. Now go to your room and try not to make racket…” He pointed his finger and after stating what he knew Miles would not do just turned around and did not look back. Miles knew his father was ashamed of what he was and what he did to his loved ones he didn’t know he hurt…
Miles made his way up the creaky stairs and onto the second floor. Alex… Always stared with hate filling his eyes for what I am and what I did. He even hated my name. Miles Prower. My mom’s name. I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t want one. Alex Prower… He’s older then me and he acts like a child with his hate for…Me… not Dad… It’s just that he think I was not worth it. Not worth him not worth mom. Not worth anything.
My room. With my taunting window of the outside I’m said never able to embrace.
My windowsill is always will be my bed and my chain. The only thing that makes me come back and to once again wonder why…Why am I a FREAK?! Crying… Felt so painful. Another why. Why so painful. Will I able to say I can cry with happiness? Or will I stay here till I die…? My major downfall. Where will I go. The only thing that keeps me going could kill me if I go out there… Fear creeps over me and holds me… But not anymore! Because I’m sick of a freak on display for other people. Gotta get out of here and go somewhere where I’m not what people here think of me as a freak and a deformity of a nation. A new slate of life.  A plane. That’s it. That’ll get me out of here fast and easy—Wait… that won’t work… I don’t have anything that involves gadgetry only models and it would be too big and I would be spotted…
Maybe… My curse…?