I have been blessed with four siblings.
I have also been cursed with four siblings.
Really, it's not that hard for me favoring-wise. My sister is REALLY popular (she's flirting with fifth graders while she's in fourth grade) but mom actually looks down on that. I fight with her a lot, and so does mom, and both my younger brothers. Big Bro doesn't tease as much, but Sis kinda gets picked on a lot. Mom gets mad cuz her clothes are too small, Sis only wears like four outfits, because "They're all she has," when in our reality, her drawers are stuffed, and Sis makes life difficult for all of us. She's CONSTANTLY holding us up. The other day, mom honked the horn for Sis, and we were like "She's already here" and later, Sis closed the door in Alien Boy (my younger brother, age 11)'s face and said "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm used to being the last one."
Yeah. She gets violent, and I get blamed. Alien Boy (Oh, I'm calling him that cuz he's really short and really weird - Sis is younger than him ((she's 9-almost-10)) and about two inches taller) is just weird. Example: We were being introduced to people at Steph's dinner party- "Hi, I'm Lisa" "Hi, I'm Sis (not real name)" and then, Alien Boy, waving with his pointer finger and middle finger to one side, and the ring finger and pinkie to the other, said "Hi, I'm out of this world." I nearly died. (Y'know what I'm talking about with the wave thing, right?) I get mad at him sometimes, but mostly cuz he's got a grudge against Sis. That's where most of the Sibling Rivalry stuff goes on- Sis, going into 5th grade, is taller, more popular, and easier to know than Alien, who is short, strange, and the middle child.
It's also hard for him because every one of us was accepted into center based GT - where you go to a different school cause you're smart - except him. We all turned it down, but poor Alien hasn't even been accepted into school-based GT. Luckily, he will be next year! His specialty is math, though, whereas the rest of us are more into Language Arts/ English or generally genius. But he's brilliant. When he was three and four, he would build spectacular Legos - The little kinds, entirely symmetrical, including the colours, without directions. Plus, he can understand the Pythagorean Theorum at age 11, so he's cool. (Cutie's only 8 and he gets it, but that's another story.) He has to live up to me, the teacher's pet with top grades, and worse, he has to live up to his younger sibs so they don't outshine him. That's the harsh-ness of being middle child.
Cutie is my youngest brother. If he finds out I'm calling him that, he'll either throw a fit or hug me. He's really random and mood-swingy, but he's the most adorable kid. He's going into 4th grade, and he's 8, almost 9. He's the complete baby of the family, and he acts it. He's kinda popular, but I don't really know. All I know is he's got a mischievous streak in him. He's my kind of smart-- the general know-it-all kid, real mature for his age. (I told you he was mood-swingy. Half the time he's a baby, the other half he's an adult.) I don't know as much about him as the other two. Sis likes drawing, and copies me at all times (she suddenly became a writer as soon as I expressed interest in writing), Alien is the one with the organized brain, and the peaceful middle child, except for when he's angry (he scratched Cutie's arm badly today. I got mad.) But Cutie is just that: Cute. He doesn't like reading, apparently, but he's fast at it. He goes outside with Sis, but often stays in with Alien and the video games. He's like the best of us rolled into one. And the worst, sometimes. People often mistake him and Alien (or him and Sis, or Sis and Alien, or all three of them) as twins or triplets.
Favouritism:
Sis is the "problem child," and the "parent's pet." She gets in trouble half the time, and the other half is mom's right hand.
Alien is quiet and calm. He keeps to himself, but helps out as often as possible.
Cutie is, I fear, going to be the ONE. The ONE that the other sibs are jealous of because he gets all the attention. I'll be out of high school, and he'll be just starting. Yeah...he'll be the favorite.
Lisa is the brain, the recluse on her computer. Mom depends on me a lot, more than Big Bro I think, because he's often at work. I've become the mini-mom, and equal more than a kid, and because of dad leaving I've had to help be parent. Unless I become the "rebellious teen." Mom gets it into her head that I'm going to be one of the girls with skirts above their wrists (school rule is students have to wear shorts/skirts that reach beyond their fingertips), and tons of make-up, and hates the world, and hates the parents...just the general stereotype of teens. I'm not. I'm the girl with "Catch the Reading Wave" t-shirts, her nose in a book, and weird, unmatching shorts that reach at least three inches past my fingers. (Gasp! So uncool!)
Why is it that the oldest siblings turn into book-reading, uncool, socially inept, completely outcast freaks?
Big Bro. I've saved him for last, because he's different. I consider him my best brother. We don't fight at all. When we do, it's because he wants to know why I'm angry at someone else. He's so caring and sweet...and unsocial...but that's something else. The others don't think of him as just a brother, I think. He's kind of become their other dad. He's the one who gives us allowance, he plays video games with us, he tells us cool stories from work. My brothers call him the "Almighty Video Game Master Big Bro (name replaced) Bow." And yes, they actually say bow. As in, they bow down to him while saying bow. Kinda freaky. The age difference has something to do with it, I guess. He celebrated his 22 birthday July 3. He's 8 years older than me, ten years older than Alien, and so on. I'm closest to him in age, obviously, so I think we're closest to each other, because I'm really mentally mature for my age. As I said in a discussion with my English class, it doesn't matter who your real parents are, you pick up your interests from those around you who set examples. Dad's not around, so I have Big Bro, and I read Big Bro's books, not dad's. It's that simple. He's oldest, so he's the best, from a sib's point of view.
The thing that annoys me most about Sis is her constant asking me for help. She comes in my room at night, during my ONLY private time, and bugs me. Since I yelled at her, she's slowed it down, but it took five tries to explain to her that I don't know anything about earrings, so don't ask me. I've never had my ears pierced, so I can't help her take hers out or put them in! Gah.
End rant.
I have also been cursed with four siblings.
Really, it's not that hard for me favoring-wise. My sister is REALLY popular (she's flirting with fifth graders while she's in fourth grade) but mom actually looks down on that. I fight with her a lot, and so does mom, and both my younger brothers. Big Bro doesn't tease as much, but Sis kinda gets picked on a lot. Mom gets mad cuz her clothes are too small, Sis only wears like four outfits, because "They're all she has," when in our reality, her drawers are stuffed, and Sis makes life difficult for all of us. She's CONSTANTLY holding us up. The other day, mom honked the horn for Sis, and we were like "She's already here" and later, Sis closed the door in Alien Boy (my younger brother, age 11)'s face and said "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm used to being the last one."
Yeah. She gets violent, and I get blamed. Alien Boy (Oh, I'm calling him that cuz he's really short and really weird - Sis is younger than him ((she's 9-almost-10)) and about two inches taller) is just weird. Example: We were being introduced to people at Steph's dinner party- "Hi, I'm Lisa" "Hi, I'm Sis (not real name)" and then, Alien Boy, waving with his pointer finger and middle finger to one side, and the ring finger and pinkie to the other, said "Hi, I'm out of this world." I nearly died. (Y'know what I'm talking about with the wave thing, right?) I get mad at him sometimes, but mostly cuz he's got a grudge against Sis. That's where most of the Sibling Rivalry stuff goes on- Sis, going into 5th grade, is taller, more popular, and easier to know than Alien, who is short, strange, and the middle child.
It's also hard for him because every one of us was accepted into center based GT - where you go to a different school cause you're smart - except him. We all turned it down, but poor Alien hasn't even been accepted into school-based GT. Luckily, he will be next year! His specialty is math, though, whereas the rest of us are more into Language Arts/ English or generally genius. But he's brilliant. When he was three and four, he would build spectacular Legos - The little kinds, entirely symmetrical, including the colours, without directions. Plus, he can understand the Pythagorean Theorum at age 11, so he's cool. (Cutie's only 8 and he gets it, but that's another story.) He has to live up to me, the teacher's pet with top grades, and worse, he has to live up to his younger sibs so they don't outshine him. That's the harsh-ness of being middle child.
Cutie is my youngest brother. If he finds out I'm calling him that, he'll either throw a fit or hug me. He's really random and mood-swingy, but he's the most adorable kid. He's going into 4th grade, and he's 8, almost 9. He's the complete baby of the family, and he acts it. He's kinda popular, but I don't really know. All I know is he's got a mischievous streak in him. He's my kind of smart-- the general know-it-all kid, real mature for his age. (I told you he was mood-swingy. Half the time he's a baby, the other half he's an adult.) I don't know as much about him as the other two. Sis likes drawing, and copies me at all times (she suddenly became a writer as soon as I expressed interest in writing), Alien is the one with the organized brain, and the peaceful middle child, except for when he's angry (he scratched Cutie's arm badly today. I got mad.) But Cutie is just that: Cute. He doesn't like reading, apparently, but he's fast at it. He goes outside with Sis, but often stays in with Alien and the video games. He's like the best of us rolled into one. And the worst, sometimes. People often mistake him and Alien (or him and Sis, or Sis and Alien, or all three of them) as twins or triplets.
Favouritism:
Sis is the "problem child," and the "parent's pet." She gets in trouble half the time, and the other half is mom's right hand.
Alien is quiet and calm. He keeps to himself, but helps out as often as possible.
Cutie is, I fear, going to be the ONE. The ONE that the other sibs are jealous of because he gets all the attention. I'll be out of high school, and he'll be just starting. Yeah...he'll be the favorite.
Lisa is the brain, the recluse on her computer. Mom depends on me a lot, more than Big Bro I think, because he's often at work. I've become the mini-mom, and equal more than a kid, and because of dad leaving I've had to help be parent. Unless I become the "rebellious teen." Mom gets it into her head that I'm going to be one of the girls with skirts above their wrists (school rule is students have to wear shorts/skirts that reach beyond their fingertips), and tons of make-up, and hates the world, and hates the parents...just the general stereotype of teens. I'm not. I'm the girl with "Catch the Reading Wave" t-shirts, her nose in a book, and weird, unmatching shorts that reach at least three inches past my fingers. (Gasp! So uncool!)
Why is it that the oldest siblings turn into book-reading, uncool, socially inept, completely outcast freaks?
Big Bro. I've saved him for last, because he's different. I consider him my best brother. We don't fight at all. When we do, it's because he wants to know why I'm angry at someone else. He's so caring and sweet...and unsocial...but that's something else. The others don't think of him as just a brother, I think. He's kind of become their other dad. He's the one who gives us allowance, he plays video games with us, he tells us cool stories from work. My brothers call him the "Almighty Video Game Master Big Bro (name replaced) Bow." And yes, they actually say bow. As in, they bow down to him while saying bow. Kinda freaky. The age difference has something to do with it, I guess. He celebrated his 22 birthday July 3. He's 8 years older than me, ten years older than Alien, and so on. I'm closest to him in age, obviously, so I think we're closest to each other, because I'm really mentally mature for my age. As I said in a discussion with my English class, it doesn't matter who your real parents are, you pick up your interests from those around you who set examples. Dad's not around, so I have Big Bro, and I read Big Bro's books, not dad's. It's that simple. He's oldest, so he's the best, from a sib's point of view.
The thing that annoys me most about Sis is her constant asking me for help. She comes in my room at night, during my ONLY private time, and bugs me. Since I yelled at her, she's slowed it down, but it took five tries to explain to her that I don't know anything about earrings, so don't ask me. I've never had my ears pierced, so I can't help her take hers out or put them in! Gah.
End rant.


and i want to, but theres age difference, gender difference, almost everything difference
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