Alphas Broken Mate

Another first day of school, and I truly despise that Emperor Qin Shi Huang didnt burn all the books, forcing me to drag myself out of bed early for school. No matter how much I prayed or cursed, the world I wished for never appeared. After a struggle, I still found myself in my uniform, walking through the campus, rubbing my sleepy eyes, and fighting the aftermath of a long vacation鈥攖hat unending yawn.

"Wow! Wow! So big! Wow! Over there too..." The freshman walking beside me couldnt contain her excitement as she entered the campus, drawing the attention of everyone around. I tried to distance myself from her, but she was like a stubborn ox, oblivious to the disdainful looks I received from everyone, still insisting on walking shoulder to shoulder with me.

"Hey! Isnt that Daisy Kings sister?" Two girls nearby were whispering.

"Really? Which one? I didnt get a good look..."

"That one! She caused quite a stir last year too. Cant believe someone like her could attract such a cute guy."

"Hehe, isnt that like an old cow eating tender grass? Flowers in cow dung?"

After their laughter, I shook off the hand on my shoulder, glared at them, and muttered to myself the three-word mantra invented by Jian: "From the beginning, nature is good. Fork you, get lost!" Then I strode away...

Everyone I passed, in groups or alone, was pointing and whispering things I couldnt hear. But I knew what they were saying, and I believed everyones comments were much the same. Im not strange or defective, even if I were, they wouldnt dare say it so openly.

In fact, its simply because I am Daisy Kings sister.

In elementary school, my sister was the top student in the school every year, and she remained famous in junior high. When I arrived, she was even more famous because she had an additional title鈥攕chool beauty. The schools椋庝簯浜虹墿 has always been my sister, it was like that in elementary school, and its the same here in junior high. For me at that time, it was well-deserved and natural! My sister had good grades, was beautiful, and was known for her good temper; such people are rarer than dinosaurs. Seeing someone like her is more astonishing than seeing an extinct dinosaur reappear in the world. So, everyone in their hearts imagined what Daisy Kings sister should look like and how talented she should be.

But when reality doesnt match the fantasy, the imagined image shatters quickly, and the shattered glass turns into different voices, words, languages, and glances that slash at you, not stopping until you are hurt all over.

My sister never mentioned how extraordinarily good her grades were in front of me, and of course, she never told me how she was described in the school. But I knew... because in my heart, although there were no beautiful adjectives to describe her, it was simply because her beauty was beyond description.

When we were young, I thought it was nice to have such a sister because she always took care of you and the family. Moreover, her fame sometimes prevented classmates from wanting to bully me, but that was in elementary school. Although she is still the same now, my experiences are different. Because of her, the chances of me being bullied have increased a lot; also because of her, all the teachers pay a lot of attention to me, and the most common thing they say is, how come your grades are so far behind your sisters? Of course! Why say it! Im not my sister, of course, its a world of difference!

In fact, the world is like this, it loves to compare. I dont know, I really dont know, my sisters fame should make me feel proud! But when all the things that shouldnt happen happen to me, I cant feel proud at all. Because when my sister is the one I am proud of, I am bullied even more severely.

There are many complex emotions in this world, and more are negative... One is called jealousy, which is what those who bully me are filled with.

I think... Id better be quiet and just be my sisters sister quietly...

My sisters sister?

Do you find it strange that I call myself like this? If you find it strange, then why dont the people who know me find it awkward to call it? But it seems that even I am used to this title... because even I have gradually forgotten... my own name.

Only one person would mention my name, and that person happens to be my sister...

There are too many contradictions in the world, so I cant say much, I can only choose silence when I can choose to be silent. But sister, when all the contradictions happen between you and me, if I dont say it, do you know your spear hurts my shield so much?

You always want to protect me, which only causes me more pain...

In the first year of junior high, although I was full of discomfort, I never told my sister a word, because she is too prone to guilt, and if she feels guilty, I have to comfort her, so its better to save it... I thought that after that year, things would fade a bit, and I could have some peace, but the freshman beside me also brewed a storm for me.

"Second sister... dont walk so fast!"

The person who said this is the eye-catching freshman behind me, and I dont need to say more, everyone must know that this person is my brother. If you can see how cute he is, you will definitely doubt what I said, but he is really a boy. This guy who caused a sensation on the first day of school ruined my second year of junior high... because I will be surrounded by unfriendly eyes again.

When everyone saw him and me going to school together, they would be like the two girls beside me just now, squinting and saying very ugly things with the most disgusted look... those flowers in cow dung. If I were a flower, maybe this wind was brought by me, but I am cow dung! Because my brother is... too cute!

"Is the handsome guy who walked into school with you this morning really your brother?" Another voice bombed in my ear, and the number of times I answered this question is N to the power of N, and N is infinitely large and not equal to one. I buried my head on the table, and without looking at the person who came to me, as long as they asked me a question, I would answer directly, "Yeah, hes my brother."

Because basically, the people who come to me are not because of me.

If you go on, its meaningless, so I would tell them to go away, or I would tell them to go and spread the word, to save me some effort and give me more time to sleep. So, if it werent for Amanda violently slapping my desk and waking me up, I wouldnt have seen who the voice came from.

"Amanda..." I looked up at her and said, "Just spare me! Ive been asked many times."

"No... I want to ask in more detail." Amanda suddenly pretended to be shy, which made me laugh. Seeing me laughing irreverently, she slapped the table hard, and I felt the tables limbs trembling, which made me seriously ask her, "So... what... what do you want to ask?"

"Well..." She paused and asked in a low voice, "Would your brother mind dating a girl older than him?" This time, I held back my laughter, thought carefully, and answered sincerely, "Probably not, he just would mind dating someone the same age as his sister." As soon as I finished this sentence, I realized there was a red-eyed ox about to attack me...

"Amanda... Im the same age as you, and Im his sister, but at least we are also..."

Before I could finish the word "friends," I saw the oxs eyes already showing a murderous look, and he shouted, "Wow! Murder!" I ran wildly, and this ungrateful Amanda had decided to put me to death because I died, there would be no sister of the same age as her.

Out of breath, I finally escaped from the clutches of the devil, lying on the familiar grass, my rapid breathing gradually calmed down, and