Who Are Barbie's Sisters Novels & Stories

Moreover, she was a lively and positive character who never gave room to negativity despite her asthmatic health. And this was no problem to Phidel at all, as they were almost similar in character except she was more outspoken than Phidelia. Gathering her silky and curly hair into a ponytail with the help of a red ribbon, she instinctively grabbed her bag from the bed– shoving it over her shoulders while she looked herself up in the mirror for the last time. She needn't have to work so much on herself to look like her sister as they looked so similar. They shared almost everything similar in physical features. Phidel spontaneously let out a deep sigh after some seconds; and hustled out of th

Our parents were always on Joey's side, whether it was when she forced me to help her cheat on her exams, or when she stole my allowance. "Be a good sister. Just bear with it."

She was pretty and knew how to charm our parents–and they adored her. Since she was my younger sister, they always said I should act like the older sister and let her have her way in everything. Even during the divorce, both parents only wanted her. In this life, however, she ultimately chose Dad. He finally had a moment to hold his head high in front of Mom. As soon as we got in the car, Mom started criticizing me. "You've been ugly since you were little, and you're not likable at all. Now that we're going to live with Richard, don't you dare embarrass me."

Let me tell you about The Barbie's (input air quotation). When I first saw them, I thought they were sisters cause they look alike. They have the same hair color which is platinum blonde and the same alphabet as their first name. Turns out they were not related, they are just an ordinary girl that try to look like barbie and became popular and thought they ruled this school. Every boys wants to date them but girls? Let me just say they are not a big fan of them.

I knew I was stressing her even though I was pushing her in the wheel chair as she was in pain sitting up, and it hurt me that I hurt her; but I couldn’t control myself. “That one.” She squealed as she pointed at a weird bag that had the drawing of an animated human with blonde hair and weird eyes. She was squealing like a fool in the drawing on the bag, and beneath her picture, a bold inscription of “Barbie” stood. Barbie? That was a ridiculous brand name if you asked me, but this wasn’t about me this time. It was about my little Breeche and what she wanted for her little sister. As we went shopping, I couldn’t concentrate on anything but her face and how adorable she looked speaking to the

“I didn’t realize this kingdom ran on Swiss time.” “Important people always run on time.” She turned back to her Barbies. “Sit down. But don’t step on Lawyer Barbie.” I looked down. A Barbie in white glasses and a pale pink suit was lying near my foot, a tiny purse still clutched in her hand. I arched a brow. “Which one is Lawyer Barbie?” Poppy looked at me like I’d just asked what the sky was. “The mean one.” “Extremely helpful explanation.” “That’s Auntie Hazel Barbie.” She pointed without looking. “And this one,” she said, lifting a Barbie with ridiculously long hair and a sparkly purple dress, “is Auntie Rhea Barbie. She works in camera and says everybody has to pose.”

I didn't ask myself why. Twenty minutes later, Jay Menisa was standing in my gym. He wore old sweatpants and a faded hoodie with a rip on the left sleeve. His sneakers were worn at the heels. His hair was messier than at dinner. He looked tired — the kind of tired that comes from working two jobs and still not having enough. "Your sister is manipulative," he said. "I know." "She said you agreed enthusiastically." "I didn't." Jay nodded. Walked past me toward the treadmill. Didn't ask where anything was. Just found it. Adjusted the speed. Hopped on.

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.

She was not some Barbie to be played with and certainly not hers to own. “Yes baby, she is your elder sister and she doesn't want to stay with you, she hates mother '' Mrs. Wiliam complains faking tears. Cassandra was still getting a hang of what was happening when the young girl before her suddenly went into a wild rage. Her hands shattering everything she laid them on.

Someone shouted outside and they all rushed out to see who, a beautiful lady was dressed as Santa Claus and a boy of nineteen was dressed as an elf. Jack rolled his eyes when he saw them "so this is what you two have been up to?" "Come on Jack, join the Christmas spirit" the lady urged him and he rolled his eyes again. "Hey Sarah" Jason walked up to the lady who gave him a tight hug with her Santa costume. "Jason, it's been a long time" Sarah, Jack's elder sister said gleefully. "Mom" Daniel, Jack's younger brother rushed to Marsha immediately he saw her, he hugged her not letting her go.