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Na Koa Warriors
Ho‘okoa
To act as a warrior.
The gym was sweaty-hot, and the squeaky screeches of black rubber on a polished floor set Jay’s teeth on edge.
Watching the game from the sidelines, his good foot stood firmly on the ground, while his leg with the stump rested bent at the knee on the bench of a four-wheeled scooter.
Using a scooter to get around wasn’t as cool as it sounded.
When he was in a hurry, he sometimes ran over his good foot, clipping the heel and making it bleed.
Rolling along on a carpet or tile floor sometimes built up a wicked static charge; one touch would send ‘Ilima flying under the stairs or screw up Lili’s phone for a day.
Loose stones and uneven surfaces tripped him up, and every few feet he had to re-balance like a circus clown to keep from fallin
