My Younger Sister Was A Genius Novelas e Histórias

I was the youngest of 4. My family is what you´d call a family of geniuses. All of them were brilliant in their own manner. Some were good fighters, others were amazing creators, and then there was my oldest brother. That man will become the next president. God, how dumb can a human be? Of course, they would never bother with a bug like me! Among that family was me. An ordinary person. Never the last place, but also never the first. I wasn´t weak, but I would never be the champion.

The teacher was stunned and never called her name again. Psyche Flint was only dumb, clumsy and timid in front of his youngest brother as she was always worried of him since they were a kid. That's why Zack Flint or their parents don't know that she has a high IQ of a wolf with sheep skin. Also, she's not faking it as it always happened every time she thought of her younger brother and parents. So, who would have thought that she's a genius?

“What do you want, you traitor? Instead of siding with your sister, you supported that girl." Carla lifted her brow bone a bit stunned by her sister's quirk before shaking her head. “You are shameless, you know. So today you're asking me to be a devoted sister? Or do I need to remind you that you put people behind me to hit me repeatedly? Or when you told everywhere in high school when the year was just beginning that I got my grades fraudulently forcing me to retake a level exam. In any case, I can only thank you because thanks to that I was able to explode my score on the entrance exam and obtain the enviable place of genius in the country. I know one thing, no matter what happens in the f

And I reminded my parents, gently and stubbornly, that they were allowed to be human, not just forces of nature. Sometimes, late at night, I wondered what the world would say if it knew. That behind the globally celebrated foundation.Behind the feared intelligence network. Behind the prodigies hidden from sight.... There was just a girl doing her best to keep her family soft where the world tried to make us sharp. I did not need to be extraordinary. I needed to be steady. And maybe, just maybe, that was my genius. I sighed and looked back at the looming gates of the looming gates of the gifted school and had an ominous feeling. The enthusiasm I saw on those teachers towards my siblings borde

My memories are still clear as crystal. "Imitate your sister" But I am different. I'm not like my sister. "You must be like 'this' and 'that' Callixta…" But I'm not happy. I felt caged. "Do this and you'll be like your sister…" But I'm not comfortable and I can't be like her. "Your sister is a true genius! She graduated with the highest honor." I'm also an achiever, it may not be equal to my sister's high grades but it's still high especially when I worked hard to reach it.

My heart beats uncontrollably in my chest. All the light mood escapes my body and got replaced my insane fear. How can it be? How can Karl's baby sister be in my year book? She's two year younger than me, it doesn't make any sense. But then... It hits me. I remembered a girl in my year... The youngest of the entire batch. She was smart and a teacher's pet. She had straight A's and was always in the library. Until one day, she caught our attention.

"I'm the smart sister. Claire's the pretty one who throws beverages at wealthy people." "Clara's the genius heading to MIT," Claire corrected, shooting her sister a look. "And I'm the one who's going to kill her if she doesn't stop embarrassing me." Damian laughed - genuinely laughed - and Claire saw him visibly relax. "It's really nice to meet you both. Claire talks about you constantly. I feel like I already know you."

Shein shared her opinion with her crumpled forehead. All I did was release a laugh. "What will you expect with our genes? We have a wonderful genes that's why some of us are genius without doing nothing, while the other stays fresh, including me, without doing nothing. Got it?" I asked her. "Yeah. You're there again being the boastful sister of us," she shook her head. What? That's not being boastful! I was being proud with the gift that the god has given me the day I was born.

I have been showered with so much love and I know I am limiting their daily life activities because of what I am. I am just too stubborn to take a big step. It's not easy to accept that someone broke you. I still hear what they say in my sister's funeral, the disappointed looks they gave me. The one who lived was not the bright, special and talented kid. The gifted teen with the brightest future died saving her completely ordinary dull sister.

I inquired, "Is this her sister?" I asked, my jaws clenched, before looking at my sister, who was now seated in the wheelchair. She's not the same as I was before; she's unique. I'm referring to Colene, my sister, with whom I used to hang around. I couldn't imagine her as the vivacious young lady she used to be. You can tell she's broken like shattered glass just by looking at her.