The day started with a sniping argument between himself and his beleaguered mother when he tried to leave the house wearing his favorite jeans and long sleeved t-shirt. She claimed that he would have heat-stroke by noon, Danny claimed that surely (please god) they would have air-conditioning in the school buildings themselves and since there was no Hockey, which would have been indoors anyways, and since he refused to stoop to a lesser sport like football, and since he was 17 for Christ's sake and he could dress himself, that he was going to wear his favorite clothes so he didn't end up curled in a ball sobbing in the janitor's closet at the end of the day. His mom retorted with a "go change or so help me god" and threw in a "why? because I said so" for good measure and Danny ended up in the compromised position of wearing his favorite shirt with the sleeves rolled up his forearms and his new (only) pair of cargo shorts with pockets on the thighs. He felt like a dork going to school in shorts in March, but he knew that it was going to be at least 75 out that day, he wasn't an idiot, and anyways he couldn't be bothered to care about the opinions of people who did not now nor ever would probably play hockey.
The sun was shining obnoxiously as he got off the school bus, which like all buses lacked air conditioning, a state of being which he had never had cause to truly despair of before. He was secretly glad he hadn't worn his jeans, if only because it was entirely possible that they might have literally melted into his flesh from the heat radiating off the sun-baked black vinyl seats on the wrong side of the bus that he wrongly chose to sit on. How was he supposed to know that there could be an actual hazard to his life in making the choice between left and right hand sides? Clearly Hawaii was a worse place than even he had come to believe.
He stumbled up onto the sidewalk and stood for a moment, eyes smarting and watering at the piercing morning sun as it rose rather inconveniently above the spindly palm trees that lined the green in front of the main school building. He therefore had the excuse of tears in his eyes and light refracting off of them to explain the halo which seemed to surround the boy that nearly cut him down at the knees with his arm as he screamed by, crouched low on what might have been a skateboard if it hadn't been about two feet too long. Danny choked back the curses he would have shouted back in New Jersey, reasoning that if things hadn't improved by tomorrow he would stop self-censoring, but that his mother would probably kill him with her favorite cleaver if he presented such a poor first impression on his first day of school in the first new place he had lived since he was three.
Re: HAWAII FIVE-0 HIGH SCHOOL AU PART 2/?
The sun was shining obnoxiously as he got off the school bus, which like all buses lacked air conditioning, a state of being which he had never had cause to truly despair of before. He was secretly glad he hadn't worn his jeans, if only because it was entirely possible that they might have literally melted into his flesh from the heat radiating off the sun-baked black vinyl seats on the wrong side of the bus that he wrongly chose to sit on. How was he supposed to know that there could be an actual hazard to his life in making the choice between left and right hand sides? Clearly Hawaii was a worse place than even he had come to believe.
He stumbled up onto the sidewalk and stood for a moment, eyes smarting and watering at the piercing morning sun as it rose rather inconveniently above the spindly palm trees that lined the green in front of the main school building. He therefore had the excuse of tears in his eyes and light refracting off of them to explain the halo which seemed to surround the boy that nearly cut him down at the knees with his arm as he screamed by, crouched low on what might have been a skateboard if it hadn't been about two feet too long. Danny choked back the curses he would have shouted back in New Jersey, reasoning that if things hadn't improved by tomorrow he would stop self-censoring, but that his mother would probably kill him with her favorite cleaver if he presented such a poor first impression on his first day of school in the first new place he had lived since he was three.