Novel & Cerita Who Was Barbie's Little Sister

she snapped, “I need to get back the shop before the boss has my head. Is this about the Bloody Barbies again?” Bloody Barbie was the nickname Maria gave to the murders ever since she’d gotten involved as a suspect. It was an apt name. Each crime scene that had been investigated was painted red with each victim’s blood, and in each one there would be a bloody doll left behind (though, not exactly a Barbie), no less than three feet away from the body.

" Barbie asked throwing the book at me. I kept quiet, infuriating Barbie the more. ''Playing dumb huh?" Ava said holding my jaw and I removed her hand forcefully making her wince a little. "Let her be Ava, you'll get your hands infected" Barbie replied before striding to her seat. The day went by fast with teachers coming during their periods and everyone getting excited for the weekend. I also am excited, since I would visit dad and Charlotte. The bell was rung and Barbie announced that her sister's party would be held at Brooklyn's house.

I wondered why his mother was yet to show up, they made it seem like this was some sort of distant house where one had to wait for a long while before they showed up. "No. Casey and Yvonne are my other sisters but they are way older, married and live with their husbands now. "Oh, I see." I said. I opened my mouth to raise a new question but a tall woman appeared through the doorway his sister had gone into. It explained his height instantly and the striking resemblance could not be dismissed. She looked extremely happy to see her child seated there. She put on a huge grin before turning to look at me. "Caramel dear?" She blurted, a bit of doubt edged into her sentence.

"Daniella, stop joking around. We're sisters, so it's normal for our children to look alike," Bianca said nervously. "Cassie, come here right now!" At Bianca's harsh command, Cassie's tiny body trembled as she tried to slide down from my arms. I did not want to hurt her, and without any proof, I knew Bianca would not let me take her. Reluctantly, I set Cassie down and watched as she ran to Bianca's side.

"I found my family. My real family. Last night. The Andersons family." Aaron blinked. "What?" "I'm an Anderson." She said it louder, hoping it would matter, hoping it would change something. "One of the wealthiest families in the world. I'm their sister. They've been searching for me for a while." Then Tiffani laughed out loud. "Oh, who's rich? You? An Anderson?" She stepped closer to Aaron. "Nice try. Everyone knows the Andersons family. If you were one of them, why would you be married to Aaron in secret? Why would you let people treat you like dirt?"

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.

“Excuse me, what did you just say to me?” The Plastic barbie asked, sounding offended. “Oh I’m sorry I didn’t mean that. I’m Sophia Romano and you.” I said with a smile on my face. “Oh you're related to Lucas.” She said, sounding disgusted in a way if I didn’t hear wrong but relieved at the same time. “His sister actually and you.” I inquired, tilting my head a little to the side.

I would just pretend that nothing happened a while ago and the conversation I had with Maria didn’t occur. I didn’t think that she would be hanging out with my sister after she’d asked me if she could join us at lunch. Not that it was a big deal, the point was, if she would just hang out with my sister, she shouldn’t have asked. Or, if my sister conspired with Maria, that’s when everything would turn around for her. Everyone that would go against me and side with my sister would be my enemies, and as dramatic as it sounded, I would end them, just like what happened to barbie. Well, I didn’t really do something to barbie except the fact that I stole the spotlight from her.

Once she hung up the call, she gave a thumbs-up to her daughter. Coco jumped for joy as she could join her mother to watch a lot of beautiful dresses. “Leon, you will come with me and Coco,” Roseanne said to her son. “Why me?” He cried in frustration. He had no interest in socializing. “That's to give company to your sister,” Roseanne said. “Coco joins all of your games and sessions with your friends. You should accompany her too.” “I don't want to!” He cried. He didn't want to see those real-life boring Barbie dolls that his sister was obsessed with.

Not everybody had to be a warrior, she told her classmates, and though some boys curled their lips in contempt, the teacher agreed. “Svetlana? Sveta? I had a sister named Sveta.” “Really?” she smiled at him. “So, you can still call me ‘little sister’.” The bent pin holding her hair under the kerchief chose this moment to break, and her plait tumbled down. He gently tugged the thick fair rope of hair braided with a threadbare ribbon. “My sister was a pest. I bet you’re a good girl.” “I bet you pulled her hair all the time and this is why she was angry with you,” Svetlana giggled.