My life had never been easy. It was always a constant struggle, especially in the streets of Stilwater. My sister and I had a house where we lived with our mother. I say house because home is where you feel safe and happy, but I wasn't happy, and neither was my sister. Our father was a dead beat, he left a few months after I was born. Our mother was a drunk in result of what he did, but hell I couldn't blame our father for leaving her, she was a tough woman to deal with.

Everything changed when we joined the Third Street Saints. It got better, easier. It was like a family. We all looked out for each other. I was only 14 at the time, my sister was 18. We were both canonized and taken in with open arms. One guy in particular, Johnny Gat, always looked out for us. He was awesome, sadistic, but awesome. I used to have to speak for me and my sister because well, she was too scared to even talk. Johnny became like a big brother to me and I could tell my sister liked him, but since she couldn't talk, it was easier for her to hide her feelings. Thus began our life with the Saints. My sister became Boss, but Julius blew her up, sending my sister into a coma, then she was taken to jail. Fun times huh?

But I haven't really told you my name have I? Oops? My name is Reverie, aka Sis by my sister, aka Squirt by Johnny, and this is my story, The story of the Boss's Sister.