Jamaica Part 1

"You already forgave me for that. You can't get mad."

"Yes, I can. This is completely different"

I sighed deeply as I stated at the crystal blue water beside me.

"He just drowned. It was an accident" I began. My family had a history of robbing. It's our profession, actually. I have recently stolen diamond earrings which sort of involved...getting ridiculous of its owner. Permanently. Now- my older brother, who has years of experience, is scolding me.

"It's fine! Okay?" I said. I was tired of him always checking up on me. What is it with older brothers and their ability to always have to watch over you?

"No it's not, Jamaica."

My parents had named me Jamaica after they had stolen two tickets from some tourist to go there- believe-it-or-not.

"Whatever." I replied hastily as a lady with a Gucci bag passed by.

"Jamaica! Are you listening? I promised Mom and Dad is look out for you!"

Oh right. That. One little detail I left out- my parents died two years ago.