Novel & Cerita My Friend's Little Sister

Ryan reached out to stroke her head, his eyes softening. "She's always been your little sister," he said. Vivian froze for a moment, then her eyes lit up with joy. She turned to hug Rancy. "I knew it! I knew we were special friends!" Rancy didn't fully understand what "little sister" meant, but she clearly liked Vivian. She giggled and hugged her back at once. The two little girls hugged by the bed, laughing without a care in the world—like the brightest ray of spring light, chasing away all the remaining pain in the room.

'I was talking about your height' 'Your 166cm height' 'Not your bust size' 'I'm not short!' She replied. 'Eh?' 'How did u know my height?' 'Because you are just about as short as my little sister' I typed. 'Are you perhaps' Persia quickly typed. '…A siscon?' 'Because' 'My little brother is a siscon' 'A sticker of a rabbit looking half dead.' I was utterly surprised. 'That's news to me' I replied. 'Did your little brother say anything about' 'Don't go near to any guy'

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.

Precious glared at her, she was not really fond of my baby sister, she said Lily was too naive and her mouth curled into a snarl like being naive was a contagious disease. "Puppet." I looked at Lily as she entered my room. Precious thinks it is a ridiculous nickname but I think she is just jealous because she has no siblings. "Where are you going?" She looked at the bikini in my hand. "We are going swimming," I said. "I want to come!" She squealed with delight. "The car is already filled up," Precious said. I knew her car was not, it's just the both of us. "You can come along, you will have to squeeze though," I said ignoring Precious.

I am done with being treated like a little girl. "YOU KILLED MY SISTER!"

It's one of my prized possessions, and I'm so in love with it. Buzz! Buzz! Buzz. Oh! What now? I pull out my phone with my baby pink case with rhinestones on it and look at the screen. Seven text messages from my big sister Tamar. I start reading them as I walk outside. Oh, my sister is tripping. My sister is my best friend, but she is sometimes off the chain. Tamar: Hey little sister, what are you doing? Are you good? Tamar: How's the new pack? How's Mr Smooth operator? How is college? Are you in class right now?

“Little sister.” Queenie folded her arms over her chest, staring at Sally haughtily. Currently, although she was wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, she still had the same proud face. “I’ve counted. I was apparently born two or three days earlier than you, so it’s not over the line to call you my little sister.” Sally pressed her lips together. “Since you’re willing to be my older sister, I also won’t be stingy in calling you my older sister.”

Rocking and naming her under my breath like it could bring her back. I'd spent so long calling her friend because the world we lived in had starved us of better words. Holding her now, I finally understood what she'd been to me. Not a friend. A sister; one I'd found in the worst place on earth and loved anyway.

“Don’t you have friends?” I looked away. “I have a friend. Norlan. Just him.” She nodded as if that somehow made sense. “Maybe…” she started, although she sounded uncertain, “maybe I can be your friend? If you don’t want me to be your sister. We could play together. Or watch a movie. I don’t like it when you’re sad all the time. Or alone.” She said in the most innocent way ever but she didn't know how much those words meant to me.

I guess for now, I will focus on my studies. "So, are you excited for tomorrow?" Mom asked while sitting next to me on the couch. "Big time." I sighed. "It will get better, Senior year might bring surprises." She gave me a side hug. "Thanks, I hope so." "Oh sissy, it's time to play tea party." My little sister, Ariel told me. Shes four years old. "You got it." I replied while grabbing her little hand and went to the playroom. I run a pretty exciting life.