Riding The Bus With My Sister Book Novels & Stories

“Good. You need to be scared. Mom is getting really bad. Promise me, Ryanne” Rye nodded as a tear slipped out of her eye. “I promise.” “Good.” Leigh Anne hugged her tightly. “I love you, baby sister.” “I love you, too, big sister.” Rye said as the bus pulled up to a stop. Leigh Anne gently released her and nudged her towards the bus.

Everything else about me was just average, but I was okay with that. “You will. Chin up, sweetheart.” Another kiss to my temple. “Now, come on. The bus will be here soon.” Twenty minutes later, I was sitting beside Deirdre on the bus as she primped and preened in a mirror. I wasn’t sure how often she had to confess about being vain, but I knew the sisters had removed her compact mirror more times than they’d chided me for my inability to concentrate. “I can’t wait to see him,” she was saying, excitement making her voice breathy.

Amanda cried when she was almost tripped by the sudden pull. "Wait! What's the matter?" Agatha merely looked back and didn't stop pulling her sister away. "They said run away from the bus!" She loudly said to also remind the others still standing near the vehicle. A few of the previous passengers standing near the two began to follow them, though confusion was written all over their faces. The others looked at them with disdain and impatiently stared at the road, ready to hail the next passing cabs or buses. Most of these people were ladies wearing high heels. A minority were either proud people or deaf people, the latter the kind that always plugged in earphones on their ears even if they

“Are you tired?” my little sister Mina asks me when I yawn for the 5th time in less than 2 minutes. I know this because she has been counting for me, out loud. I just picked her and my little brother up from school. Their school is a 15-minute bus ride from my school, I could walk but taking the bus means I get there faster and I will have more time before I have to go to work. And then the three of us have to walk home from their school.

{Abebi} I stepped inside the bus and found myself among a group of girls who mirrored my own anticipation and excitement. Their animated chatter filled the air, creating a vibrant atmosphere. Leaning against the side of the bus, I couldn't help but contemplate Tony and how he would cope with my absence. The thought of him being alone tugged at my heart, and a wave of sadness washed over me. But I reassured myself that this journey was necessary, both for my growth and to help alleviate the burdens weighing on our family.

I whispered. She removed my hand from her mouth. “Fine, fine.” She nodded. “You should not easily deceived by his look. Don't fall for someone you just met.” I mentioned. “I'll take it as your advice.” She agreed. I stopped at the bus station for us to set off. “I'm going now.” I said and wave my hand. “Okay. I'll text you if I got home.” She said. I nodded and took my seat inside the bus. Just like I said, I was going to church to greet sister bella and others sister's.

I asked, and Trina gave me a disgusted look. “It is better, She is lying then she is dead, you have been an awful boyfriend to her, the least you can do is take her seriously,” She sneered at me and I nodded my head, fighting with my little sister was fruitless, she would always have the upper hand. “We are there,” The rider said. I was still surprised the ride wasn't very long, as I hopped off the carriage taking my sister by the hand. “He doesn't even have guards around,” I sniffed.

The ride back home was the most quite ride that I had ever had to witness my entire life and watching all of it happening felt like a real big movie to me . I didn’t know if I should be mad that I met my sister ,but I knew that I was going insane by just thinkin about what had just happened today . No matter how dare I try to understand ,the more confusing it was for me ,like I just don’t get it .

He wears it like armor. Ivy. Isla. Doorway. 3 years, 3 days. Matching dresses. Not twins. “We’re sisters,” Ivy corrected Susan this morning. “Twins is baby.” Bear. Next to Alex. Sitting. Like he’s going too. _Silence. Driveway. 7:33 AM._ Bus. Yellow. Turning corner. Susan. Steps. With Lily. 3 years, 2 months. With Lily’s brother. Kindergarten. Same bus.

I say in her ear. She nods, but I can feel her pulse and I swear her palms are sweaty. I take her hand again as we step out of the tram and make our way past the security check-point where we can’t turn back. I see them immediately, all standing together waiting for us. My sister, Kira, squeals and races toward me. She’s a lot like Yana, full of energy and excitement. I pull away from Wendy just in time to catch my sister as she leaps into my arms.