The boy base a feminine name and a slightly more feminine look. But it suited him - after all, he wanted to dance. To anything decent - or indecent. Indecent seemed to be the only way he could for now, but that's how he got his money for college tuition.
And maybe dance classes.
"Māmā, wǒ huíláile!"
The teenager's voice carried through the house, for his mother was usually tucked away in her office, typing at the computer and filing. Always busy.
Oh. And he was Chinese-American. At home, he usually spoke his family's native tongue, save for when a friend was over.
His name, Xia He, meaning summer lotus. Sometimes he was referred to that at School, or from his Mother when she spoke about her son in English. But usually it was played down to Lotus. A curious kid with a desire for beauty and grace. But with bad Athena passed down from his father, and carried by his Mother, he had trouble enough as it was, as well as a case of scoliosis that made things all the more difficult.
All this bestowed on a white-haired Chinese boy with eyes like yellow jewels. As he moved into his room, he showed be wearing a pale violet and white striped shirt, a patterned green jacket in a more traditionally Chinese fashion, mixed with the style of a hoodie, and black jeans.
He stopped as soon as he had closed the door and turned around. Eyes wide as his hand covered his lips, a gasp parting them.