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My little brother is so irritating. All day long he says, “Eddie, I wonder why people can talk but animals can’t.” Or, “I wonder why the ocean looks blue.” Of course, I don’t know the answers, but I don’t let him know that. I just make up reasonable explanations, and he accepts them as if I’m the smartest person in the world. Before I answer one of his questions, I usually tell him that he’s pretty stupid and asks too many questions. Well, yesterday we both got our report cards. I got B’s and C’s, and he got straight A’s. Under the “Comments” section on my report card, it said, “Eddie would be getting better grades if he asked more questions.” Of course, on my brother’s report card, it said just the opposite. To make things worse, my brother
Far back, in the midst of a time when the world was very young, there lived a princess named Lucille and a bunny named Fluffy. Lucille was a beautiful girl with chocolate brown hair, and eyes as blue as the sweet summer sky. Fluffy was as white as snowflakes and as soft as clouds. He offered plenty of razzmatazz but little manners. They lived together in a tall castle, covered in green vines and grey cobblestone, hidden in the dense forest filled with animals and nature.
Sammy was a girl that she was shy. She had her group of friends that she trusted and said everything. But in the school was a girl that she was mean and thinks she can judge everyone. One night Sammy was about to sleep but in a moment to another she was restless. Because she gets scar and she didn’t even know. She saw an ugly monster, she was cold she was like a cold corpse. Sammy says“ It’s nothing, go to sleep”. But she hears a voice telling her“You know that’s not true”. When she hears that, she starts shaking like a little Chihuahua.
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The memory of my brother will forever live on. This glove is his spirit and I will be damned if something happened to it. It still to this day amazes me how intelligent this boy was. The fact that he was younger and was more educated than me show the potential he truly had. And old Stradlater had the nerve to not appreciate my paper on his glove. That glove is the most precious memory I have of old Allie. It reminded me of his contagious laugh and smile that could rub off on any old phony. He had a sense a pleasing everyone around him with joy and happiness and it truly angers me greatly to see him taken from me.
I hate complimenting my brother but I will say he has surprisingly always been a sweetheart, even when we were younger. Yes I still say that after I drank his spit. I love looking back on cute memories of my brother and I. There are two pictures in my baby book that tell a little story ad it always seems to put a smile on my face. The first one is a super innocent picture of my brother playing me a plastic recorder. The second one is me bawling my eyes out while my brother has a terrified look on his face. Being the caring, lovely older brother he was, and sometimes still is, he was harmlessly trying to play me a song. The downfall is that hated it and just wanted it to stop. I was practically begging. I’m sure there are plenty more scenarios just like this where I was disgusted
My brother is a real person that is silly and rude and fabricates lies to my parents about things that I don’t do. Mr.Krupp is obviously a fictional character because he is a character in a fictional book. You can tell he is fictional because on page 34 the book describes Mr.Krupp and what he looks like. My brother is clearly a non fictional character because he is a human being. My brother is silly because I see all of his idiotic clothes in his closet and also see him wearing them. He is mean because he blames everything on me and that’s really arduous to deal with because my mom always believes
Yes yes it is me I am the murdering man I kill other people. I have a good reason though they all made me mad in some way like DR.robinson he made me mad because well because he was annoying. I thought I made it clear that HE WAS ANNOYING BUT HE DIDN’T GET IT SO I GOT MAD AND KILLED HIM BLAMING IT ON MUFF WAS A great plan I didn’t take any of the blame and when they asked who killed him I could just he done it. That was the best part until those two rotten boys told on me they stink I was all fine until I realized that they saw me kill him. I kind of freaked out went all over the place then I did it I killed my self It was the noble thing to do even thought I ain’t noble, but I still can’t believe those two rotten boys are snitches I’d Aut
Bella Lucas was the best horse rider Lucumucapuca ever saw, that’s why Pegasus had grown so fond of her. If you were to ride Pegasus you would know that you steered with your legs when you took a leg off one side Pegasus would turn to that side. Unfortunately Bella wasn’t the brightest tool in the shed,that’s why she tried to do and spin move and land from Pegasus to the ground. Well yes she could not do a “360 no-scope” as she called it. Instead she did a 180-break a leg and she couldn't ride. At first Pegasus was understanding but he kinda sucks so he wasn’t very patient, Pegasus told her of a great wizard and she would have to follow the yellow brick road. Though he was wrong at first cause Pegasus also isn’t very bright and he realized
I can remember several instances in the past involving situations that concerned my brothers in relation to their education. My brother John and I attended the same elementary school. Since I was four grades ahead of him, he eventually ended up with many of the same teachers I had during my elementary school years. I went to pick John up from his second grade class as I did every day. One day in particular though, his teacher, Mrs. Janet Nitahara, who by the way was one of my favorite teachers, called me in to discuss John's behavior. When I walked in to the class I saw my brother sitting in the corner of the room in a chair. Mrs. Nitahara said that he talked too much and needed to learn how to be quiet and behave in class like I used to.
I also gave him an emotional intelligence test and he got 80% of them right. This showed me that he has developed his theory of mind.
I was a young boy. Nothing more, nothing less than a young boy, if a boy at all.
of them asked me a question that showed him to be on the intellectual level of one of our
I absolutely hate sitting across from my brother at the dinner table. We have this huge, one hundred year old table that could fit like 20 people, I swear, and my brother has to sit directly across from me. Out of all the other spots that’s where he picks to sit. He thinks it’s funny to kick me in the shins every night at dinner. I think he likes it when I yell at him because he sure does make me do it a lot. I just want to kick him back so bad sometimes.
With the very sensitive, emotionally unstable, and immature heart of mine, all instances of comparisons made me felt insecure with my brother. I have promised to myself that I will look smarter, fairer, taller, and healthier than him.
...lousy. To understand the sibling relationship is to accept that we all possess feelings of love and hate. It is a matter of love being stronger than hate so we can get along with others and feel self-esteem. When siblings fight, they are usually seeking to be the most loved child.