"I Go By David" Part 2
The lecture droned on for seemed like an eternity. My recent embarrassment had quickly waned and I, per usual, brushed it off as a regular occurrence. The normal anxieties of starting out as the "new kid" in class were immeasurable to that of having to cut off the teacher to spare myself and the class from my odd name.
"So where are you from?" Evan inquired, leaning towards me. He pulled a red notebook from his backpack, which was covered in witty pins. One in particular read "I kissed a boy, and I liked it." Which caught my gaze and kept me distracted enough to delay an answer.
"Hawaii." I answered.
"You don't look very Hawaiian, you're..." Evan said doubtingly.
"That's because I'm not, I guess I'm Hawaiian by way of birth." I retorted.
"Well, how do you pronounce your name anyway?" he asked. His eyes smiled back at me.
He was genuinely interested, not like all of my parents friends who faked their interest all the while thinking of how odd it must be to walk around with such a peculiar name.
My name controlled my social life, it was impossible to escape. What I needed was an identity, a cover.