Riding The Bus With My Sister Book Novels & Stories

"You are my best friend, well you are more than that, you are like the sister I never had, you always supported me in everything and defended me." "I'm also going to miss you friend and, I also consider you my sister, but quiet from time to time I'll come to visit, plus I'll write and call you every day" I give her a smile and a big hug. I got into the taxi that was going to take me to the terminal to take a bus, I stared out the window while I watched as I was getting away from my friend and my parents; I arrived at the terminal and took the bus that would take me to the destination city.

I put on my head mobile and sit at the back of the bus, ignoring the world around me. A sleeping toddler is tucked under her arm, wearing dirty clothes. They’re both in desperate need of a bath, and suddenly tacos seem irrelevant. I come to a stop, digging the twenty out of my purse. I get seated in the visitor area and lean back while I wait. My mind begins to wander, and I quickly reel that fucker in. Don’t think. Don’t feel. “Scar!” I look up and see my sister quickly walking over. “Jesus Christ, Heather.” My eyes widen, and I shake my head. “What the fuck did you do to your hair?”

Instinctively, the former jolted to her full length and rushed after her sister. Following closely, they both glided out of the bus and it sped off. The wind nipped Phidel’s cheeks as she scurried across the pavement but then, there was a lot going on her mind to pay attention to anything – especially with Phidelia nagging after her. Having enough of her sister, she abruptly came to a halt; making the latter come to a stop as well.

I was at the bus stop, waiting for the bus to arrive after I turned down Alpha Vaughn's request to have one of his drivers drive me home. It was Blake Vaughn, the last brother. He had the glasses of his sports car rolled down and stared at me with a smile on his face. "No, I'm okay, the bus will be here very soon." "Ohhh, I insist," he was suddenly out of the car, "you're about to be my sister and I think Dad would have my head if he knew I left you when I could have given you a ride." "I'm serious, I'm okay, the bus should be here in less than 5 minutes."

Then she hurried off the bus, closed the door, and locked it. Finally, the trip began. Ryan and I sat next to each other. Aunt Elena sat with Elise. Lily, Ken, and the others sat in the back of the bus. A moment later, we started eating breakfast together while enjoying the morning cityscape. Traffic wasn’t too heavy that morning. The cool, slightly chilly air made the atmosphere even more pleasant. Ryan’s idea was indeed the best. I didn’t expect all of them to accompany me to Brimston, so I didn’t feel too sad or depressed.

And one of them killed my sister. I closed the folder and pressed my palm against the place on my side where the pain lived. It pulsed once, twice, then settled back into its familiar rhythm. A second heartbeat. A countdown. Not yet, I told it. Soon. But not yet. ****** I decided to take a walk round the school to know the nooks and cranny of the so called Westbrook University. Walking back toward the library I saw the lake. It was beautiful in the afternoon light, blue and calm and innocent-looking. Students sat on the grass around it, studying, talking, laughing. Couples held hands on the pier.

The bus jerked suddenly, then slowly pulled away from the curb. Just like that, Mama was gone. I watched through the window as parents grew smaller, waving, smiling too hard. I spotted Mama’s car. She was still sitting there. Watching. I raised my hand slightly. She waved back. Then we turned the corner, and she disappeared. The bus ride settled into something strange and quiet-loud. Noise everywhere, but nothing important. Jules leaned his head against the seat in front of him. “So,” he said, “woods.” “Yeah.”

I am basically their mother. The bus ride home takes about thirty minutes, and then I walk the five-minute walk back to the house. “Stay away from us,” I heard my little sister, Lilly, scream as I got closer to the front door. “Who are you to tell me what to do, Little Girl?” I heard a man say. Without hesitation, I ran into the house. I was shocked to see five huge men standing around my sisters. Both of my sisters looked frightened. "What are you doing? Get away from my little sister,” I said as I ran over to where Lilly and Poppy were and stood in front of them protectively.

I only ate a little because I was still full from the burger I ate earlier. When it was time for us to split, they offered to send us home. We refused. Of course, because we have a car with us. Have I mentioned before that my sister is an independent person? She doesn't rely on anyone. Let alone relying on men. Although, the guys helped us put our stuff in the compartment. Aside from buying my school stuff, we also had a grocery. "Hey," I heard him say from behind. I stopped but did not look at him. Sister Brit was already inside the car, waiting for me.

She snaps. I am such a fucking nervous talker! I tend to ramble on and say things I probably shouldn't. “ Sarah, could you please give me a ride to school?” I ask. My sister looks at me from head to toe, as if she has never seen me before or as if I am a random, dirty stranger who just wants her phone number or Snapchat handle. I hate the way she looks at me. Her eyes are like daggers, cutting through me as if I am not human. As if I disgust her. As if I am the most hated person in the world.