Click.
Lea
sits in a warm classroom waiting for the glass ball hanging in the
front of the room to turn five more minutes so she can escape school
and not think about this class for two whole days.
Click.
The
round clock signals four minutes to go. Normally, animal studies is
Lea's favorite subject but this week she had a substitute teacher and
class is incredibly boring. Lea and the rest of the class are
desperately waiting for the next minutes to pass. One student propped
against his book bag has even fallen asleep, a small trail of drool
slips down his cheek. A short haired boy to her left is running his
fish spine pen against the edge of his desk. It scrapes up, down, up
and down again. The girl in front of her twists her dark hair around
her index finger around and around until it is nearly twisted in a
knot. Watching her Lea is almost hypnotized.
Click.
Reviewing
the list of homework in her green memo book, Lea considers she has a
History project to complete and a Math test when school starts again
on First day. Each student studies at their own level and creates
displays or takes test to show what they have learned.
Yuli
and Meike, her two best friends, will want to get together to help
each other with school work. Yuli needs
help with the artsy parts of her History project. While she may be a
brilliant scientist, Yuli is the least creative person Lea knows. Her
mind works in hypothesis and conclusions, not in colors, shapes, and
symbolic representations.
Meike
will be more than willing to offer his plentiful artistic talents if,
in exchange, Yuli will explain his math lesson one more time. Lea is
neither an artist as great as Meike nor a genius like Yuli, but she
works hard and she's smart enough to keep her grades up.
Click.
Lea
also has a Polo practice Sixth day morning. She reminds herself to
take home her equipment to be ready for the early practice. Lea loves
Polo and she has a talent for swimming fast and changing directions
quickly. Her strong fingers more than make up for her small hands and
she is able to pass the Polo pooro easily. She needs to practice
throwing a curve this weekend so that it will sneak past the goal
keeper and into the net.
Click.
Lea
stuffs her books and sheets in her favorite woven ocean grass book
bag, but leaves the seal open so she can quickly add items from her
storage cubicle in the hallway. Slipping the bag on her shoulder, she
winces in pain. Her thin light brown hair usually flows into her face
at the most inconvenient moments and a sharp pain in her scalp tells
her a few strands are caught under the shoulder strap. She rips the
trapped strands out from beneath the strap, once again wishing her
hair could be thick and curly.
Click.
The
clear tone signals the end of school and the crowds rush out of
classrooms into the long, round school hallways. Lea hops off the
stool, and pushes it under her desk as she leaves the classroom and
edges her way through the throng.
Opening
the small door of her cubicle she pulls out the books she needs, as
well as the safety helmet and gloves she will need for Polo practice.
Yuli, composed as usual, comes walking toward Lea. Her hair is pulled
tightly at the back of her head. Her straight skirt and dark blue
blouse wouldn't dare wrinkle even after six hours at school. Yuli
looks through the hall for Lea and Meike so they can finally start a
relaxing weekend.
Meike
rounds the corner and staggers down the hall, his arms laden with
overflowing art supplies. All of his treasures weigh a ton and he is
walking with his legs spread wide as though he's braced to lift a
small island. His funny walk is an attempt to hold onto it all and
prevent the mountain of supplies from crashing to the floor.
Seeing
his stagger, Lea holds back a smile, rushing over to him pulling
varied size boxes of paint and over sized canvasses off the pile.
With some lucky juggling he is able to balance everything and walk
normally again.
Yuli,
however, just laughs and shakes her head the way only a best friend
is allowed when you are doing something remarkably ridiculous.
“We're
headed to Mari's for pizza right?” Yuli asks once she is able to
stop giggling. Meike nods and nearly upsets his delicately balanced
stack. Yuli laughs harder and Lea smiles again at her quirky friend.
The
trio starts walking toward Mari's along a pathway lined with
entryways to numerous stores. Sunlight is magnified through sky
lights scattered along their ceilings providing daylight to the
travelers and vendors.
Fish
jerky and assorted snacks fill one store, rare carved wooden tables
fill another. The next entry is crowded with sinew string musical
instruments and curling and flat horns of all sizes fill shelves and
corners. Preserved vegetables floating in salted brine line the
shelves of the next bubble; flaunting their orange, purple, and red
color like the tropical fish that float through coral beds.
Turning
right, just past the Hawaiian clothing store, the friends speed up,
their hunger spurring them on. The delicious aroma of baked seaweed
crust fills the air and broiled clam makes Lea's mouth water and she
practically flies toward the eatery.
“I'll
get the pizza,” Lea announces, dropping her bag at a table. “Is
clam and pineapple OK with you two?” she questions over her
shoulder as she walks away.
Yuli
and Meike stare at each other trying to decide if Lea paying for the
pizza is worth eating the strange combination. Both opt to give in to
her unique tastes and take advantage of Lea's generosity.
Yuli
glances around the dining room at who else has arrived at the
brightly colored, popular hangout, while Meike focuses on the
placement of his overflowing supplies in small piles on the chair
next to him. He is desperately hoping they will not shortly end up
spilled beneath his feet.
A
small tone comes from Lea's bag and Yuli fishes the communicator out
of a pcoket. She answers the tone, “Hello.” Lea's mom responds to
Yuli's greeting, not at all surprised it is a friend answering
instead of her daughter.
“May
I speak to Lea?” Moana Ariki asks, trying not to sound anxious.
“Lea,
your mom is calling you,” Yuli shouts across the room, then
returning to the communicator lets Moana know that Lea is ordering
pizza and will be there in a moment.
Moana
suddenly announces, “Romo is calling, Yuli, I need to go. Please
tell Lea it is very important she come home immediately. I need her
right away. It's critical you tell her.”
A
little worried by Moana's tone, Yuli assures her she will share the
message and ask Lea to leave right away. When Lea returns to the
florescent green table, Yuli explains the weird call.
Can't
I even do something fun with my friends without my mom getting in the
way, Lea wonders. Why
do parents have to be so bossy? Out loud she
says, “Parents are so demanding. She's probably upset about some
small thing I forgot to do. You know those dumb chores that are only
important to moms.” Resentful, Lea still climbs off the stool and
grabs her bag.
“Or
she needs you to babysit the little monsters while she goes
somewhere,” Meike offers. “But she did sound stressed, not her
usual self,” he adds having overheard the conversation between Yuli
and Moana. “You should probably head home.”
Reluctantly,
Lea slips her bag over her shoulder and walks toward the exit. Meike
watches her leave and then turns to Yuli, his eye brow arched, to ask
what she thinks. Yuli answers, “I can't imagine what could be going
on at Lea's house, but I think that if we hurry we can change the
pizza order.” Meike smiles and rushes to the counter.
Sitting
on the bench at the exit Lea pulls her green swim fin from her
pocket. The long woven fabric tube looks slightly like fish scales.
It covers her legs completely and holds them together like a dolphin
tail.
At
the bottom are fins extending from her feet and once she has it on
she is able to swim almost as fast as a fish. She slips it over her
feet and legs, then seals up the sticky closure to make it water
proof. Lea double checks that her bag is secure and then slides into
the water. She takes a deep breath and moving quickly out the exit
dolphin kicks her way into the ocean.
The
trip home will only take her ten or fifteen minutes through the
water. She speeds toward home still wondering what could possibly be
this important.
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