Ova Da Rainbow: HAWAII'S STORY (3)

Summer

A/N: ‽

 If you ask Hawaiʻi what her favourite season was, she would say spring, followed by summer. Summer was a really close second. Both because it was nice and warm, and because so many good things happened in those months.

This summer, there was no Linda, and no Yua. Both had gone back to their respective families outside of Oahu, and Hawaiʻi was fine with that. Sure, it would be a little lonely to stay near Honolulu, but she kinda needed to in case something happened. Hilo didn't exactly receive news quickly. The summer without Yua was the summer Hawaiʻi spent trying her hardest not to have a breakdown.

Letters by the dozens poured in each week, to the point where every time Hawaiʻi would get her mail on Saturday, her P.O. box would be filled. Hawaiʻi rarely read them anymore, and would use them to start bonfires on the beach, which was totally not illegal.

Oh well, it's not illegal if no one finds out. And as a bonus, she had freaked the living shit out of a few kids (read as 'teenagers') who were probably sneaking out past their curfew. They had seen her lighting the letters in her hands before she turned around and grinned at them. Hawaiʻi had never seen a group of fifteen and sixteen year olds sprint that fast before.

Today, she decided to visit the USPS office to see if they could help her stop the unwanted mail. They probably could. As she reached the front of the line, an employee looked up from his desk and sighed, as if he had already heard her complaint many times before.

"Excuse me, is there a way you can temporarily cancel all mail to this box?" Hawaiʻi asked, trying to remain calm. "I'm getting things I don't want, and it would be much better for me if I didn't have it."

The employee raised an eyebrow, looking over his glasses at Hawaiʻi. "Sure, miss. Do you mind telling me why you want to cancel your mail?"

Hawaiʻi took a deep breath, trying to gather the courage to explain her situation. "I have been getting letters from a man that I do not want at all. I wish to not have this mail, and if you can't block this person, I wish instead to get a different P.O. box. I am willing to change the paperwork, as long as the mail stops."

As Hawaiʻi finished, the employee laughed a little at her.

"What is so funny, sir?" Hawaiʻi said through gritted teeth. Her hand tightened around the letter she had received in her pocket.

"I would have thought that someone young and pretty like you would be overjoyed to have fan mail." He replied, rolling his eyes and brushing off her concerns.

"It's not fan mail," Hawaiʻi said quietly, frustrated. "It's creepy and from some guy who won't leave me alone!"

The employee scoffed, not taking Hawaiʻi seriously. "Let me guess, some boyfriend you decided to leave for someone else and now don't want to face the consequences."

"He's not my boyfriend," Hawaiʻi said, her voice shaking with frustration. "And I don't even know him!"

"Well, if I were you, I'd just deal with it."

Hawaiʻi felt her blood boil at how the man was trivialising her situation. She took a deep breath in, trying to keep her cool and not let her anger take over. But it was getting harder and harder to contain it, and she felt like she was about to explode.

She slowly lowered her voice, her eyes deadly and cold. She spoke slowly, with an edge that could kill. "Listen here, you absolute waste of oxygen. You are going to do your job and help me with a smile on your face, or you don't and I show you how willing I am to deal with it."

"Ma'am, I'm going to need you to calm down." He said, and Hawaiʻi felt her emotions build up inside of her, boiling over in her chest.

"Then do your fucking job. Now." Hawaiʻi said, and then smiled. "Please."