Draft of Story

This is the beginning of my story for the writing project.

A magazine. A stupid magazine got me into so much trouble. You see, one day, I was in my sister's store. She was about to pick up her paycheck, when the new issue of Sports Illustrated caught my eye. It had my favorite baseball team on the cover, The New York Yankees. "Can the Yankees make another title run?" was the headline. I wanted it so badly. Even though it should come in the mail in a couple days, I needed to read it. I stuck my hand into my pocket, and took out some money. Then, I thought to myself, wouldn't it be thrilling to steal the thing? I mean, what an adrenaline rush. So, I turned my head back and forth over and over again, making sure there was no one watching me, and I snatched the magazine and tucked it under my shirt. I sauntered towards the door. I was a few steps away from the door, about to reach freedom, when a security guard said, "Hey kid, come with me." Oh Oh. Busted. The security guard took me into a tiny room, and asked, "Did you take anything from here" I decided to lie. "Uh… no sir, I didn't take anything." He knew I was lying. "Well then, I guess you wouldn't mind if I check under your clothes, then." "Okay, I'm sorry, I took this magazine." He thought for a second, and said, "Well, since you're Karen's brother, I won't take you down to the station. But, you do have to pay for the magazine. I'm also going to tell your parents."
As soon as my parents heard the news, they exploded. They were so mad, that they decided to send me off to the Big Island to help my uncle Kealoha out in the coffee fields for three days.
I just arrived at the Big Island, searching for my uncle. When I first set my eyes on him I am stunned. He is a humongous Hawaiian man. How can I be related to him? My family is full of short, scrawny Asians, and this man is at least six feet, 250 pounds! He has a tattoo that runs down his face. I really hope that I never will get this guy pissed, because he could probably snap every bone in my body in half with his iron-like arms.
"OK, Kenny. Wat you goin' do is pick da coffee beans off da trees. You have to pick each bean, one by one. Only take da red ones. No take da green ones. No stay ripe yet, das why. It's real humbug. But it help you learn wat hard work is. O yeah, call me Kea. Kealoaha is too long. OK, I see you in about five hours to feed you dinner. Work hard, ah?" Kea's pidgin accent is very difficult to understand. It is almost as if we spoke two different languages. And then, I see the field. The coffee trees seem to go on for miles. There is no way I'll get halfway done after three days picking the beans by hand. Oh well, I might as well get started.
"Ho, Kenny, it's 5 o'clock, you done for da day. Wat you like eat?" My body is in so much pain. Kea didn't tell me to wear a hat. I really didn't know the sun was going to be that hot. I am burnt to a crisp. I am so red, that if you put me on a dinner plate with a bowl of butter, I look like lobster dinner fit for a king.
"That's okay Kea, I'm not really hungry. I think I'm just going to go sleep."
"Ok den. I give you one good breakfast tomorrow den. Whoa, braddah. You look like one cherry. I better give you one hat tomorrow. And wear some sunscreen, too."
As soon as a lay down on my bed, I feel like a thousand wasps landed on my body and stung me over and over again. The sunburn hurts so badly, I just want to die. Maybe if I get a good night sleep, I will feel better in the morning.