On his way to school, Sylar is greeted by several of the town folks that were there the day his parents perished in the fire, along with the rest of the forest district. He passed many on a daily basis going back and forth from school, following the same route.
Entering the center of the city, Sylar gazes out into the stars of daylight. Large buildings with tinted windows reflect the sunlight making it look like it’s night during any time of day. Crossing a bridge that leads to the school yard, Sylar looks over the Japanese arched railing painted a cherry red into the gemmed teal water.
Fish swimming in harmony, one with another, almost like the school was a whole. Several fish were more than astounding to look at, and were mostly exotic fish based in the pond circling the yard where creativity was embraced. The water sparkling from the eyes of each fish, like fireflies in the night sky.
With notebooks in one hand, and an assortment of pencils and erasers in the other Sylar finishes admiring the pond and walks the rest of the cherry stained bridge. Entering the school yard, he notices there isn’t anyone there. Made sense, Sylar was still about an hour or so early to school. Finding his way to the back of the field. He plops down and opens his notebook, and studied his pencil.
Just before Sylar could start writing, even though nothing came to mind, he heard a faint question coming from the other side of the classroom with an identical bridge Sylar was just on. “What are you doing here so early, Sylar? Lessons don’t start for another hour.” Focusing a bit more on the bridge he saw his teacher coming down the sloop. A satchel rests on her shoulder with many folders, notebooks and other school supplies that couldn’t fit in her bag. Miss Walters, was there early every morning she had sessions to set up and prepare the classroom.
“I-i don’t have anywhere else to go” Sylar was a little hesitant on mentioning that. He wasn’t the type to let others know his personal life, but he wasn’t the type to lie either. He figured it would be best to just come out with it, in hopes Miss Walters doesn’t put the pieces together. Unfortunately for Sylar, she did.
“I just wanted some time to write is all.” Sylar just turned to the side, looking back down at his blank notebook, Passing the whole thing off as nothing. Setting down on a dirt mound, ideas start to flood Sylar’s head, and what any writer would do, he begins to write them down.
Your dreams can come true if you stay true to yourself
Choose to lose everything before you lose everyone
Success comes from work, not a silver platter
“Oh, are you writing a story?” Miss Walters asks Sylar a bit amused
“Nothing of that sort yet, just ideas. I’m actually uncertain of what style I want to write in.”
Well, because class is about to start in a moment. Could I speak with you before the others start to show up? I’m a little concerned with you showing up so early.” Miss Walters was right to be concerned. Though, didn’t know how to handle the situation or what is was for that matter.
Miss Walters had known the depth of what’s been going on in Sylar’s life with them living in small, helpful community. So she figured that’s what had been bothering him. Although, Sylar didn’t look to impressed when she asked to talk to him and gave Miss Walters a bit of an annoyed look.
“You don’t have to tell me anything. I understand it must be hard for you to lose your parents, and what happened after you were adopted by your uncle. Always remember I’m here if you need anyone to talk to. The hardest thing of all is feeling like you have no one. Believe me, you aren’t the only one who is struggling to get through life. Everyone has something they battle, some more than others, but who's to judge each other's problems?” Miss Walters didn’t know what else was happening, though, she covered what she felt was necessary to help Sylar.
“Thank you Miss Walters” Sylar was to depressed to say much of anything else as if he has the time to anyways. Students began pouring in from the bridges and taking their seats. Classes were about to start. Giving Sylar a look of petty then turning around into a smile. Miss Walters made her way back to her desk.
Amusing as it may be, the young ones still stopped by and gave the fish a nice welcoming by given them a paw full of fish food. Standing at her desk, Miss Walters greeted each and every kid as they made their way across the bridge and over to their desks.
Noticing him setting in the back, another young kit in Sylar’s grade helped herself to see what Sylar was up to. It looked to her as if he has been there for a while, in which she was correct. Though, she wasn’t the only one who had seen Sylar sitting back there. As the young kit began to make her way back to visit with him. She felt a paw grace over her shoulder, grabbing her attention. “What do you think you are doing Kadence?” Laughter broke out through the rest of the class. “Don’t even think about it or you can just forget being part of this- Luxurious group!”
Kadence was part of the “popular” crowd, and Sylar, well, he wasn’t. Though, that didn’t stop Kadence from having a slight crush on Sylar. Her friends did manage to stop her from talking to Sylar as long as they were around. That didn’t stop Kadence. Anytime she had an opening she would give it a go.
The group was made of girls whom were made of wealth and fashion to show. Everyone but Kadence anyways. She became part of the group once the other girls heard about Kadence’s dads’ good comings. He had become the city's landscape architecture.
“Alright everyone, have your seats filled and allow us to take wanders into this marvelous day to learn! Remember, knowledge leads wonders. The more you learn, the more questions become answer, and the more helpful to others you may become.” The teacher stoked about the journey and marvels knowledge can hold beneath it’s flaky skin.
“Okay kids! Today we will learn about the importance of dreams. Now, I’m sure most of you have a dream, some many even think their dreams are out of reach. Well they aren’t! Anyone has the power to do anything the wish... within the laws of physics of course.” Clapping her hands excitedly, Miss Walters is ready to start the lesson.
The students looking at each other, wondering how much coffee Miss Walters had to drink before she got to the school. Some were giggling, others were just looking at her with a bit of a confused face. But altogether, believed their teacher knew what she was doing and patiently sat through the lesson.
“Oh, how far people have gotten with their dreams! Your dream can come true, and will happen, but only if you stay true to yourself. Unfortunately, this isn’t a life with magic, and you actually have to work for what you want. The most important thing about your dream… it’s your dream, no one else's! Don’t let other people control your dream for you. If they don’t like what your wishes are, then they aren’t the people you want support from. You should never here ‘you can’t’ or ‘maybe you shouldn’t’. It should always be ‘you can’ or ‘maybe you should.”
Taking a breathe, the class is speechless, and can’t think of anything to follow up on Miss Walters speech. Except for one student, that started a chain reaction.
“My dream is to become a veterinarian and help take care of the sick.”
“I want to become a police officer and help keep the streets safe”
“My dream is to report the new”
“I want to become a molecular biologist!”
Interrupting, Miss Walters encourages the students to voice their dreams aloud. “That’s good kids! Keep them coming!”
Sylar off in his own world, writing away, not giving any attention to the lesson brought about the class room.
“Sylar, how about you, what is your dream?”
Sheepishly, Sylar tried to avoid the question by continuing to write. Acting like he didn’t hear what the teacher asked him which was unsuccessful.
“Sylar, what is your dream?”
Sighing with hesitance. Sylar takes a moment to prepare himself, not fully knowing what to say. “Well, to be honest, I haven’t really thought about what I wanted to become. But I do enjoy writing, and wish to do something with writing, maybe become a content creator or something to do with screenplays?”
“Oh, that’s just wonderful! What a creative path to choose Sylar” Miss Walters encouraging Sylar’s dream on, though, the rest of the class broke out into laughter. Thankfully for Sylar and Miss Walter’s, it was time to send the students home for the day. “Alright everyone that’s enough now! The point of this lesson was to encourage others dreams, we will pick up on this again tomorrow. You are all dismissed and hope you all make it home safe and sound!”
Waiting for most of the class to head across the arched bridges, Miss Walter’s stops Sylar before he got everything packed and headed out.
“Sorry about that Sylar, don’t let stuff like that bring you down. You have a long journey ahead of you, but not an impossible one. Once your dream is accomplished, you will have the power to help more than just a few people within the city walls. You will be able to help the world!” Miss Walter’s lifted the spirits up again for Sylar with her optimistic view of dreams.
“See you tomorrow Miss Walters!”
