Songs About Big Sisters Novels & Stories

"My brother is Clyde Muller!" The hall went so quiet one could've heard a pin drop. Trevor's jaw fell open. "Tam, did you say that wrong? Aren't you always closest with George?" The other kids immediately started whispering. "Yeah, she even has a matching keychain with George on her backpack!" "I'm choosing Clyde!" I said louder, my voice still childish but firm. I took out a small red brooch embroidered with a protective charm. "This was a charm my mom got for me before she passed. I'm giving it to the brother I chose."

All I could hear were their voices. All I could feel was the weight of their judgment pressing down on me. “She’s probably trying to climb her way into that kind of life,” one of them continued. “It’s obvious, isn’t it?” “Sleeping her way there?” “ Probably craving an expensive engagement party like her sister’s” she said again…. They laughed. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just enough. Just enough to make it worse. “I think that’s enough.” The voice cut through the air like a blade.

When I wanted to apply to art school for college, you said the family could only afford Jenna's medical treatments, so you told me to pick a cheaper major. Mom's expression changed. "Jenna's health was poor, so what if we looked after her a little more?" I nodded. "That's why you only need to look after her from today on." I took out a bank card and placed it on the stone table. "There's 300 thousand dollars on this card. Consider it repayment for giving birth to me and raising me. From now on, I have no parents or sister." "Heidi, you think you're too good for us now?" Dad snapped.

One that reminds me of my sister. Without thinking too much, I select it and let the melody start. I close my eyes and sing. The lyrics hit harder than I expected. Memories of my lost sister flooded in, and before I knew it, my voice trembled. I feel a lump in my throat. Then, completely out of nowhere, tears spill down my cheeks. Where are you Sisa? Are you still alive? I was in the middle of crying when I heard someone speaking behind me. "Why are you crying?"

The male society, it seems, has already been waiting for me. The bathroom door slammed, cutting Rick off from the woman he couldn't get out of his mind and heart. Which he seems to love. She was not in the noisy room. Rick was about to give chase, but Aiden stopped him. “Buddy,” he threw a hand on his shoulder in a friendly gesture and continued with a wide beaming smile: “Hurt my sister again, I will rip out your heart and feed it to stray dogs. Aiden had no idea how much he looked like Venira at that moment. He gave him a rather hard pat on the back in farewell and slid into the hall. Rick was not afraid of Air, but still felt like the last bastard.

I'm not going to live with all this pressure. That release came at a heavy price and was worth what I could afford, and— My hand hurts because someone gripped it so tightly. My body moved away from the fence and was met by two angry blue eyes. "Are you out of your mind?!" As usual, my sister's fiancé can permanently destroy my happy and bad moments. >>>

I shot him a look, totally not buying it. "I've got a little sister to take care, so I know some things," he added, and I paused mid-bite. Wait, what? He has a sister? He'd never mentioned her before. Suddenly, these lyrics popped into my head— 'Talkin' all that, but I know you're caught. 'Every girl's just "like a sis"? 'Boy, you ain't slick, can't play me like this.' It was like Hayden could read my mind because he quickly said, "My actual sister. Same mom, same dad."

The day I died was the same day as my twin sister’s birthday party. She was in tears and was wrapped up in my boyfriend’s arms. My mom was seething with anger and kept calling me over and over again. My brother was clearly upset and sent me a text saying, "You’re so selfish. You just can’t stand to see anyone else happy." Even my usually quiet dad was furious and said, "She’s nothing but an ungrateful brat." I touched my chest. Thankfully, it did not hurt anymore.

“You know, the Smiths reached out to Veronica, too. They offered her five million to cut all ties and disappear for good. “That woman loves money. She took it and swore she wouldn’t come back, but kept stirring up trouble in secret. The Smiths found out and sent her packing, taking the money back. “Honestly, why didn’t they just give that cash to me? What a waste!” I could not help but laugh at Monica’s attitude. Right before we boarded, a text came in from James: [Amelia, you’ll never forgive me, will you?] [I know I broke your heart. I’ll prove to you that I’m sorry.] This guy was crazy! I ignored the message and turned off my phone. Later, while we were on the way to the hotel, Monica gas

Then, mid-laugh, the tears started spilling out all over again. I looked at them, my voice thick with tears and a tiny flicker of hope. "Guys, does this mean I don't have to fake being poor anymore?" The entire living room fell silent. The next second, all 109 of my sisters roared back in perfect unison, "Yes! Tomorrow we're going to buy out the biggest mall in Norburg!" That very night, the group chat named "One Big Loving Family" was renamed "Dante Finally Knows We're Not Some Wanted Criminal Gang".