My Younger Sister Was A Genius Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tears rolled down her ashen face. His sister who never complained about any hardship was crying. Howard was terrified and his face turned pale in color. He started to clumsily wipe his sister’s face with his hands. “Sis, don’t cry! I’ll be fine. I can self-study. Really.” She believed in her brother and she also believed that he could do it. However, it was one thing for him to not want to attend school, and it was another thing for him to not be able to attend school. Her brother was a genius. If he could not attend school because of this, it would be such a grievance.

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

But the truth my family was faaaaarrrrr faaaar away from the common family category. My sister was the golden princess, while I, you guess it, was the black princess. She was the blonde straight A's, cheerleader captain, the perfect socialite my mom ever wanted and I was the purple haired dare devil, the emo, the worse socialite my mom ever dreamed of. So yeah.

Indeed, no one would associate her with the whole thing. "Speaking of this matter, it involves a lot of people. I don't know if you have heard of it before. More than 20 years ago, a genius child appeared. Her IQ is the highest in the thousands of years of Yea Country. In the end, it was called a genius girl by the people of Yea Country."

-Geez, what's up with all the sadness? My sister asked upon entering my room. Taylor Jauregui was my younger sister, a good girl of extremely intelligent and mature thoughts, I always admired her good heart and the affection that united us. I think the three of us although extremely similar, got along really well. -Dad, he's all emo here. -He has been like that for days, Lauren. - the younger one said sitting on the other side. I already told him he doesn't need to. -I also don't want you to go.

After testing, my IQ came back at 200, twice the average. My mother was over the moon. She hired top tutors and swore she would raise me into someone extraordinary. Ophelia even gave me her favorite doll, saying she was proud to have a genius brother like me. The very next day, I threw up all over it. That was also when everything went wrong. I got hit with a sudden illness. My hands started spasming, and I couldn't even hold a pen anymore. The comments flooded the screen. [What the hell is wrong with him? That doll was their dad's keepsake. Ophelia wouldn't even touch it herself, and he just threw up on it?]

Many years ago, her parents had enemies, and someone stole her when she was a baby. In the end, Joan never got to live a lavish life. My dad was the only one in our family who made it through everything. The neighbors took care of my funeral. I floated above my grave and watched them with their gray hair. I felt nothing but thanks. If I could live again, I would spend my whole life repaying their kindness. A side story from Jenna’s mother’s point of view: Jenna was a smart and thoughtful girl, but her dad did not like her.

Christian was really proud of his sister who has grown up from a baby to such a genius. ...

"That went well." Shane was the first to recover from the last few minutes, popping a shrimp into his mouth. Timothy fidgeted in her seat. I shot Pete a withering glance. "What?" Pete yelled in my face. "I said what everybody sitting at this table is aware of. My sister is a damn genius. Why can't she—" "Because she needs to be able to look back and like the ride, not just the freaking destination," I yelled. I was on my feet, though I had no recollection of my brain having sent my legs the signal. "Take it from a guy who spent half his twenties as your sidekick—now, not everyone wants to live in your shadow, even if that shadow comes with nice perks. You should be proud of her for having to

I almost cried when I realized today was the death anniversary of my late sister Stella. Growing up, my older sister, Stella, always seemed to have it all. She was the golden child, the apple of my mother's eye. While I tried to find my place among the shadows, Stella effortlessly commanded attention. She had inherited our mother's stunning looks and confident demeanor, making her the epitome of their shared aspirations.