Re-Vamp--Under A Caribbean Sky: Head First

This is the revamped version of Under A Caribbean Sky: Head First. I didn't like the last one. I think this one's a little more believable.

Hope you like this one.

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Under A Caribbean Sky: Head First



“Gabe!” Tina yodelled from the kitchen.

Gabe looked up from his book. When did she come in? “What?”

“You wanna come with?”

“Where will with be?”

“The shoot, it’s at the Piers. We’re having a party and everything, at the end of it. Do you want to go!”

Gabe looked up at the ceiling. A shoot? Tina never anyone to come with her to a shoot. And he was glad actually. The only thing he could think about was the people. Being a top model meant that Tina’s colleagues were the best of the best; great bodies, thin girls, carved boys. He'll just be in the way.

“I think so,” he replied.

“Whatever, I’m leaving,” Tina materialised in front his bedroom door, water bottle in hand.

Gabe looked up at his sister. She had clear light skin, long legs and enough curves so that she did not look flat. She had a very attractive face and hazel eyes with flecks of grey in them. Pencil thin eyebrows arched over them. Her mop of red-brown curls fell perfectly around her face. She was perfect—for modelling.

He on the other hand had a pudgy stomach midsection that seemed to balloon out whenever he ate, thin arms, slightly knocked knees. And he wore glasses. He was not ugly but just a little awkward. Except when he smiled. Then he was cute. Or so his sisters said. But they were supposed to say things like that, they were his sisters.

She waited for another reply.

“They’re gonna have all these great looking people there.” Of course she could never understand his intimidation. She looked awesome.

She sucked her teeth and rolled her eyes at him. With a whip of her curly hair she whirled around and disappeared.

Gabe looked up at his closet. Tina had brought him some beach shorts last week, maybe he could wear those.

“Is your friend’s Puka Shell necklace in the car still?”

“Yes,” she said sounding further down the hall.

“I’m coming!” Gabe pelted off his bed, and tore off his clothes as he shot into the bathroom.

He put the shower on full blast. He yelped as the ice-cold water punched him. He looked up at water heater. The red light was not on. So be it. He grabbed the bar of soap from the soapdish and swiped it through his armpits, nether regions and then his stomach: high sweat areas. He screwed the tap off and flew out of the bathroom and grabbed the towel before sliding across the tile floor. He skated back into his room and threw on his clothes.

He heard the car start up outside just as he pulled his iPod’s earphones from the wrinkled mess of a bed sheet he had rolled up on the ground.

Beep! Beep!

"Just now," he muttered to himself.

He darted out of his room, slipped on his beach slippers that were flung in the hallway as usual. He fell down on the messy dining table and grabbed the housekeys from the small container in the centre and his iPod lying near it.

Gabe ran out of the house and began locking up the front door when his hand brushed past his pocket and felt his cell phone was not there.

“Tina! I’ve got to get my cell!” he shouted to the blue Mazda Familia in front of the gate ouside.

A hand emerged from the window with his BlackBerry in it.

He continued locking up. He plugged the earphones into his ear and began walking to the gate.

When he got into the car he shook his head at his sister and put his hand out for his phone.

She gave a little chuckle and zoomed off.

“Where’s the...” he pointed to his neck.

She pointed to the backseat.

He curled over his seat. “Please clean up your back seat,” he sighed as he poked through the haphazard covering of notebooks and photocopies.

“My car,” she said in a singsongy voice, “I’ll do what I want.”

He found it. Next to it was a shining new pair of aviator sunglasses. He took them both up.

“Buckle up,” Tina said to as she slowed.

He turned around and put his seatbelt on. She looked across and laughed.

“What?”

“Can you even see in those?” Tina said looking at the sunglasses he was now putting on.

“I’m ignoring you.” he said forcing a smile to stop from surfacing.

She shook her head and turned onto the highway.

“So how come you want me on this shoot.”

“I could drop you back home,” she looked back at him, “that’s if you want to.”

“Whatever,” Gabe rolled his eyes, “So it’s us and the beautiful people. Or the white people.”

“Gabe we are not gonna do that when we reach there now,” Tina looked across at her brother.

She knew about the general attitude the people of East Trinidad had toward the people from the West, generally the Whites. Antagonism.

“Easy for you to say, you’re half.”

Gabe and Tina weren’t really blood-related. Tina and her sister had been adopted by the Heathrows when her father threw them out.

It was true, most of Tina and her sister’s life was spent in the West. Her mother was half-white and her father had some white heritage. The Heathrows were your typical mixed family. The children had curly hair and brown skin. So there had been some clashing of the worlds at the beginning but that had settled down now.

“These people are my friends and my colleagues. So I need you to be totally friendly with them for me, please.”

“Aren’t most of your friends like really rich?”

“And bored,” she muttered at the side of her mouth.

“Rich and bored,” Gabe said, “That’s not a good combination is it?”

“Yeah. Especially when you have a lot of money to spend on that boredom, which makes some of them very dangerous. So I really want you to stay away from some of them.”

“You want me to stay away from them but you plunging me head first into the group? Nice.”

Tina looked at her brother as she slowed at the traffic stop. She bit her lip.

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Was it good? Comment. Feedback is good for the soul. :)

There's another one coming later. It will be sufficiently juicy. =3.

Word.

Next week I will be posting another chapter of Head First but I wanna re-edit the existing chapter. I just read it over and was NOT satisfied.

Jeez I sounded so amateur. Blehh.

Aaaaaanyways. I'll be posting another chapter of this wild ride. I think you'll like it very much. I mean I do. So I'm hoping you will too. Okayses. See y'all later. And remember: Say NO To Drugs, Get Tested and Stay Cute. ^_^

Deuce.