I hated Miami.
I'd been here almost two weeks and other than the beach, there didn't seem to be one thing the city had that I liked. It was too hot, too humid, I didn't speak Cuban and I had no friends here. It was hard to make friends looking fourteen when you were seventeen. I was short, thin and some people said I had an effeminate face. I didn't even have much in the way of facial hair to cancel it out. On top of that, I had girl repellant hobbies. I liked to draw anime; I liked computers and science fiction. I was the stereotypical geek.
I was invisible.
My twin sister, on the other hand, was very popular. She was head cheerleader at our old school and was immediately invited to join our new school's cheerleading squad. We actually looked very similar in the face, but that was where the resemblance ended. She had matured early. She had a great figure, long brown hair, the face that I hated looked great on her. She was objectively very beautiful. The problem was that she knew it.
I was walking along the beach, moping, wishing I could go back to Chicago. I was about to head home when I heard something that sounded like laughter. I peeked around a small dune in the sand of the deserted beach and saw two people having a whole lot more fun than I was. She was stunning, with perfect breasts and a small waspish waist. He didn't seem like anything special, but she seemed to be enjoying herself. They were oblivious to me and I decided after a couple of minutes that I'd risked being seen enough.
As I was ducking away, I spotted their stuff, strewn on the sand about 20 yards away. There was a purse and camera hanging off a folding chair and a wallet on the beach towel next to a small pile of clothes. I looked at the pair, still oblivious to anyone but each other and came to a snap decision. I moved quickly to the chair, grabbed the purse, camera and wallet, then hightailed it out of there, heading for home as quickly as I could.
When I got home, I rifled through the guy's wallet. There was a little over $200 dollars in it. I took the cash and threw the rest aside. I wasn't gonna risk trying to use the credit cards or anything else that could be tracked. When I opened the purse, I was a little confused. I expected women stuff, but instead I found another mans wallet, some makeup and a medallion.
I picked up the medallion and looked it over. It was obviously very cheap. It had a picture of a fairy or angel or something and it was holding a stick of some kind. It was obviously worthless, so I just hung it over my writing lamp and opened the wallet. Inside was over $500!
"YES," I said, putting the money with the cash from the other wallet.
Then, taking the purse, wallets and makeup, I put everything in the purse and then went outside to the garbage can and put the purse inside one of the trash bags and resealed it.
I took the camera and looked at it. It was a pretty nice digital camera. I browsed through the pictures and saw the same guy and girl doing some pretty twisted things. There were also pictures of two guys sitting around drinking beer, holding the medallion.
What was up with that?
I took the camera and stuck it on the top shelf of my bookcase. A digital camera could come in handy for lots of things. I took the money, put it in an old envelope and taped it to the bottom of one of my desk drawers.
Maybe Miami wasn't so bad after all.