UNFULFILLED // Falcon Sequel

8: Haku

HAKU'S POV

1 YEAR PRIOR:

There was something about the school halls that felt like a prison. The form of which we arrive, line up, sit, listen and then repeat. Moments like these had me picturing Uncle Eren's life as a prisoner. As students we were cut into reformed and useful members of society, only to keep being placed into boxes and eventually thrown into the ground to be forgotten about.

No matter how I tried to justify it, this was how the world worked and I just had to deal with it.

I say fuck that.

"Mr Springer, sit back down-" My teacher argued.

I shoved my headphones back in my ears and curled my arm under my bag strap. My classmates watched with disgust as I slid my chair out and walked between the desks towards the exit.

"Mr Springer! This is the third time this week, If you walk out that door-"

I slammed the door closed and continued down the hall. The shadow of another teacher passing by made me throw my hood up.

If I can't see you, you cant see me.

I smirked to myself as I spotted my skateboard hiding above the lockers where I had left it this morning. I grabbed it and threw it on the ground, rolling myself down the hall.

How do I explain this? School just wasn't for me. It probably didn't help that there was hardly any adapting to my ADHD when it came to teaching or learning.

I couldn't sit in a seat five times a day and listen to something I didn't care about. Teachers hated me for fidgeting and doodling when I should have been taking notes instead. The idea that I could be doing something more entertaining dawned on me constantly as I was forced to sit in a room with people who didn't understand what it felt like to be me.

Maybe if the teachers taught us something that we were actually going to use in the future, I might listen. But it was always about biology and how electric currents work, or a bunch of letters and numbers jumbled together.

I walked out into the bright light of the outside world, being met with the same concrete stairs I saw everyday.

A challenge.

I backed myself up by taking a few steps behind and exhaled, trying to calculate how bad of a fall I'd take if I didn't land this.

Running forward, I dropped the board and pushed myself upwards, only just sticking the landing.

I cheered to myself silently, skidding to a stop with the back of the board. I inwardly cringed and looked around suspiciously to make sure nobody saw me celebrating.

I spotted a familiar blonde head sitting in the distance against a tree on the field during my scout.

Winter?

My heart raced at the sight of her, her fair mop blowing in the cold wind.

I swallowed from my dry throat and picked my board up, not wanting to frighten her. She should have been in class like the rest of us, but she was sitting by herself under a large oak tree. She looked still, staring at something in the distance with her headphones over her head.