I would like to think that I only have two siblings - but really I have three.The third one is my older brother Micah that I think truly hates that I was born. Though I can’t really say that because he does do some nice things for me. Like the only reason my hair looks the way it does (good or bad) it’s because of him. My brother is very independent which may or may not be a great because he thinks he can do everything on his own without anyone's help. You’d probably think “Oh, they’re just brothers, that’s what they do” But that is not the case. We are no ordinary brothers.
When you look at him you wouldn’t think he was very strong, but you would be gravely mistaken. Like one time he literally gave me a bruise from punching me so hard, and I don’t bruise easily. He doesn’t look like he could hurt anyone, but he really can and badly. Plus he is always angry so that makes the punches infused with anger and hurt more.
My brother is funny, but in an evil funny type of way. For example, when my family went to the Grand Canyon I was just sitting on the edge not doing anything and he comes behind me and pushes me, but gladly he held on and I didn’t fall. Then something like that happened again. I was sitting on the edge of our window and I fell out. I grabbed the edge just in time so as I was holding on I saw my brother (even though he didn’t push me this time)and I cried out for help, but all he did was stare at me with this dumb looking face like he didn’t know what to do so my grip gave out. Gladly the day before my other brother Nick and my Dad shoveled snow into a rock filled well where I fell so it didn’t hurt at all.
Also he is very smart. At least compared to me he is. Even though when he went off to college he didn’t make that smart of decisions. So my parents brought him here. Which I think was a bad decision because he has gone fully European in the hair department. He has made his look like flowing wind but not in a good way. He thinks that he will look better with his hair tied back in a man bun, but everyone is my household strongly disagrees. I mean he cut my hair like his, but mine looks a lot better. Also he wears the skinniest jeans this world has ever seen. My brother doesn’t like me, but he doesn’t hate me either, it’s somewhere in between. We have a love-hate relationship with each other, but personally I think it’s leaning more towards the hate side.
When you look at him you wouldn’t think he was very strong, but you would be gravely mistaken. Like one time he literally gave me a bruise from punching me so hard, and I don’t bruise easily. He doesn’t look like he could hurt anyone, but he really can and badly. Plus he is always angry so that makes the punches infused with anger and hurt more.
My brother is funny, but in an evil funny type of way. For example, when my family went to the Grand Canyon I was just sitting on the edge not doing anything and he comes behind me and pushes me, but gladly he held on and I didn’t fall. Then something like that happened again. I was sitting on the edge of our window and I fell out. I grabbed the edge just in time so as I was holding on I saw my brother (even though he didn’t push me this time)and I cried out for help, but all he did was stare at me with this dumb looking face like he didn’t know what to do so my grip gave out. Gladly the day before my other brother Nick and my Dad shoveled snow into a rock filled well where I fell so it didn’t hurt at all.
Also he is very smart. At least compared to me he is. Even though when he went off to college he didn’t make that smart of decisions. So my parents brought him here. Which I think was a bad decision because he has gone fully European in the hair department. He has made his look like flowing wind but not in a good way. He thinks that he will look better with his hair tied back in a man bun, but everyone is my household strongly disagrees. I mean he cut my hair like his, but mine looks a lot better. Also he wears the skinniest jeans this world has ever seen. My brother doesn’t like me, but he doesn’t hate me either, it’s somewhere in between. We have a love-hate relationship with each other, but personally I think it’s leaning more towards the hate side.