Novel & Cerita My Sister

I shook my head when my voice become hoarse because I remember it again. “My sister is no monster, believe me. She’s nice, friendly, and always think of others before her. She is the most amazing sister I have but they took her away from me.” my whole body went rigid as I tried to compose my nerves from quivering. “I want to di-”

I take a deep breath and try again. “My sister got kicked out of my parent’s house, she’s pregnant and she needs a place to stay. So she moved in with me. Every time she’s around I get a little crazy, I’m stressed out of my mind. And for that reason I am not in the right mind to spend time with anyone.” I say and he looks at me thoughtful.

There was no answer. I turned to look at the first girl I saw, "hey have you seen my sister- Sarah anywhere?" I wondered, knowing that I didn't know who she was so there was a high chance she didn't know who I was. "She's still getting her makeup done over there." She pointed at a group of women and I realised they were trying to work on her hair and face at the same time. "Thank you," I smiled at her and went to meet my sister. "Sarah," I stood in front of her, "I'm pretty sure you don't understand what the definition of a small wedding is." I couldn't help but laugh, looking over the guests one more time.

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.

As the first born of the Campbells, my sister was to inherit the family business once she turned 25, and everyone was anticipating the great change she carried on her back. That was until she died from a drastic accident that changed everything completely, an accident that ruined me completely, and an accident that left me scarred for life. And it had to be all on my birthday! Isn't that classic?

Despite our arguments, I know he cares about me, even if he doesn’t always show it. Anne, my younger sister, is a quiet, bookish girl. She’s incredibly intelligent and artistic, often lost in her world of books and drawings. Anne is focused and driven, and she seems to have her life all planned out. We share a special bond because we both understand what it feels like to be different, even though our differences are worlds apart.

I will never forget how my life changed after my sister left. At the start, they kept me from school before sending me to work at a construction site. When I came back, they made me eat scraps meant for the dog at the doorstep. I cried as I ate, feeling nothing but grievance in my heart. "Does it hurt?” Mom had taunted. “But did you suffer as much as your sister did? She was burned alive in that fire! She was only 19, and in the prime of her life!" Dad was standing beside her, equally furious. "Scott, if you hadn’t insisted on going out to buy figurines, your sister wouldn’t have died. I wish it was you who had died back then!"

"No, I like them but it's too much responsibility." "Brother, sister, and alien?" She chuckled. "Just my baby sister. She's two years old." "How are you feeling?" She pulled away and looked deeply into my eyes. "Much better, thanks." "You're welcome. My sister has panic attacks sometimes. I just ask her a bunch of questions until she feels better. It helps to distract them." "I hate having them, but sometimes they just come and I feel like I can’t breathe." She sighed. "Thanks for helping me again."

I'm just your average 21-year-old guy, living at home with my 18-year-old sister Lily. She's a petite little thing, barely 3 feet tall, with a figure that's all curves in the right places. I've always tried to be a good brother, but let's be real – it's hard not to notice how sexy she is.

"No, you're not." "Yes, I am." "Jane, we don't share parents. We don't share blood. We don't share DNA." "So?" "So that means you're not my sister!" "That's not what sister means." "What does sister mean then?" "Sister means the person who grew up with you. Sister means the person who knows all your secrets. Sister means the person who would do anything for you." "Would you do anything for me?" "Yes." "Then where were you when Dad died?"