No Aloha

[Today’s NaBloPoMo prompt is to describe a place “you would never want to go on vacation that other people seem to love.” Another good opportunity to develop background material for my novel.]

“No thanks.” Annie, Rune and Rex weren’t even aware that Double-J had been listening to their conversation. “Jane Harris can go to Hawaii as many times as she’d like, but I wouldn’t go if you paid me.”

The three other members of the Bark Bay High School fencing team turned their full attention to the burly teen, who continued placing his equipment back into the team’s canvas sacks. On the other end of the cafeteria, Coach Dan continued working Butch and The Bird through footwork drills.

“Got a problem with warm weather?” Annie folded her arms across her chest.

Double-J continued stuffing his equipment into the sacks. “Who said anything about the weather? Just don’t see the sense chasing after the herd. Everybody’s so ga-ga about Hawaii, maybe that’s why the cost of living’s so high over there.”

When Rune asked him how he knew that, Double-J finally looked up, indignation painted on his bearded face. “Jesus, you ever pay attention to anything important?” He stood, placed his hands on his hips. “You enjoy having your interests programmed into you, like you’re some damn robot?” He stared up blankly at the cafeteria ceiling, stiffened his body. “Hawaii — beautiful — must — go — there.” He was moving his arms up in down in quick, short, alternating thrusts. “What — else — should — I — believe.”

“Jane says its paradise.” Rex sounded sincere. “And she’s been there, couple times. Doesn’t her opinion count?”

Double-J stopped his robotic pantomime, and leaned a sarcastic smile at Rex. “I care even less about her opinion than I do her fencing.”

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