Riding The Bus With My Sister Book Novels & Stories

The book of our lives slammed shut, and a new one opened, but the chapters seemed to unfold at a painfully slow pace. Turning another page didn’t scare me; I was curious to see what came next. The thought of my beast tearing up the pages of my book made me nervous. Despite always feeling guilty when my sister left, she constantly reassured me it wasn’t my fault. She believed in me and encouraged me to lead our pack with an unwavering hand.

To my chagrin and amusement, Lana and Zoe snort in unison. “Say bye to Lana.” I hand my sister back the phone and continue into traffic. It doesn’t take long to get to the bus station, but it feels like forever when you’re annoyed with your bestie and sister. Lana’s group is already standing around the dingy bus station, their bags are thrown haphazardly across the ground, and their eyes are trained on their cell phone’s screens. The warm breeze skitters across the soiled, rocky ground and flows around us, followed by the earthy smell of grass and dirt.

“Now that Dad’s gone, I hope Mom spends more time with Winston. He brings something out in her that I’ve never seen with anyone else. A kind of shy silliness that makes her seem younger somehow. Mom’s going to be fifty soon. She deserves to have a little silliness in her life for once. Don’t you think?” “Richie?” I sat forward and laid a hand on hers. “Yes, Babe. What?” All I could see of her was her eyes and they looked frightened. “Did you sleep well? Are you waking up now?” She coughed and rolled her head to the side. “Where am I?” “Oh, Babe, you’re in the hospital.” She moaned. “What happened to me?” I squeezed her hand. “You were hit by a bus.” And so began my sister’s recovery.

She comes to stand beside me, leaning against me a moment before realizing what I’m doing and helping me pull it together. “I saw the phones and your note.” I nod, tears pricking my eyes. “I love you sis.” I stop what I’m doing and turn to hug my sister. “I love you so much, Meadow.” We hold each other like that for a long time before finishing up what we’ve started. I get them packed up in the morning and take them to the bus station. I stay with them and watch as their bus leaves the station. I refuse to cry. I did what I needed to do to protect them.

AFTER Lily My mother's sister—Aunt Alami travelled from Jos in Plateau State to grieve with us. She called Mum and announced over the phone that she has arrived Calabar. Mum asked Dad to drive her to the bus station to pick Aunt Alami because she has not been behind the wheel in a week, everytime she tries to drive her hands would tremble. She won't be able to move the car out of the driveway. I dashed into the back seat of Dad's car with Krystal in my arms before Dad could start the engine because I wanted to be as far away from our grieving relatives— who had came to stay—as possible. Surprisingly, my parents did not object me going with them.

She comes to stand beside me, leaning against me a moment before realizing what I’m doing and helping me pull it together. “I saw the phones and your note.” I nod, tears pricking my eyes. “I love you sis.” I stop what I’m doing and turn to hug my sister. “I love you so much, Meadow.” We hold each other like that for a long time before finishing up what we’ve started. I get them packed up in the morning and take them to the bus station. I stay with them and watch as their bus leaves the station. I refuse to cry. I did what I needed to do to protect them.

"I have the best sister-in-law, ever. Who needs to ever pay money to go to the amusement park with Short Stacks around?" In a flash, we were moving closer to my sister as I meditated, focusing only on my breath and my heartbeat, which was connected to my only living sibling. I could feel the car flying through the air and becoming closer to my sister, Tamar. I could feel her fear and rage running through her body.

"Heidi, the night I left Mannorworth, I was in a daze and got into an accident. I lost both my legs. I read your picture book every day. Congratulations on your wedding. Everything I put you through—it all came back to me." I finished reading, then tapped delete and block. I felt no hatred nor any sense of vindication—for I had long moved on. … Clifton sat by the window in the care home, his phone screen frozen on the "message sent" page. The nurse placed his medication on the table. "Mr. Cooper, it's time to take your medicine." But he didn't move. The picture book on his lap was open to the last page. The little girl, holding her magnolia wood paintbrush, had walked out of the shadow. Spri

She says, looking over her shoulder at her brother, who is watching us intently, he's probably trying to figure out why I'm stuck talking to his sister when he knows we can't stand each other. "Hey, Heath? Do you want to wait for the bus or would you rather I drive you home?" I call out to him, and he's on his feet faster than lightning. I have all the time in the world for Heath, unlike he's stuck-up sister, Heath is actually a decent person. He's 14 years old with a passion for combat video games and heavy metal music. "If it means not sitting on the overcrowded, non-air-conditioned bus, then yes," Heath exclaims.

"We need to get out of here." "What? What are you---" I wasn't able to continue what I was to say when something dropped from the tree. When I looked at it, my whole body went numb. It was the driver...and his body was ripped apart. "Klay, go back here!" Sister Mary's voice woke me up so I immediately ran back to the bus stop as fast as I could. "Let's go!" Sister Rizza was the one driving the bus now as I entered the bus.