German Genius

Chapter 1- Hannah Moves In

 I was bringing boxes into my new house. I wasn't acctually opening them, because that would save me some time. After I finish the boxes, I will go for a look in the forest. My new house was right in front of the forest. I could tell it wasn't even half as big as the forest in Berlin. But the trees were packed close together, so that will give me some privacy. You see, growing up, I wasn't much of a people person. I was unusually smart, and I was very talented. I seemed quiet, but I was acctually very wild. Back in Berlin, I would climb trees and make a little hideout. But now it was gone. All of it. I tried not to think about it, so I decided to go in the forest to check it out. I walked in. It was really nice. But nothing is better in the forest in Berlin. Oh, I haven't introduced myself. My name is Hannah Von Shaften, also known as the German Genius. Hans calls me that. Hans is my friend, or rather, was my friend. I had to move to America because my parents said there is "better education" there. Whatever. Germany has the best mathematicians. Okay, I've seen enough of this forest, time to look at the actual neighborhood. I came out of the forest, around the new house, and onto the sidewalk. There was this boy. was he really looking at me the whole time? He was across the street, on his yard. "What are you looking at?" I said. "Um, nothing. I'm Tom." he said. I thought I should say "I never asked you!" or "Why would I care?" but I didn't. Instead, I pretended to be nice and said, "I'm Hannah. I just moved here." I guess Tom was surprised how my voice sounded. I had an accent. An accent that made me sound more mature and if not, a little mean. "Where are you from?" He asked. That was a stupid question, because everyone new that the Von Shaftens would be coming to America. He probably didn't hear the news. And again, I thought I should say something mean, But did I? Nope. I said, "Everyone knows I'm from Germany. Did you not hear that the Von Shaftens are coming to America?" Tom looked very surprised now. He knew about the Von Shaftens, but he didn't think I was one of them. "What? You're Hannah Von Shaften? The Hannah Von Shaften? The Genius from Germany? You look so much more beautiful in person!" You would think I blushed. You would think I at least smiled. But I didn't. I was very good at not showing my emotions. Besides, I didn't want to be with an american. So I kept my mouth shut and nodded my head. "See you around." Tom said. I nodded my head a second time and went back to my house. I went back to the forest. Now I would explore more. I would have a long time to explore. I went to college at 10 years old and I graduated with a doctorate in string theory. So now I don't have to go to school. Back in Germany, I would teach those adults that don't know what they're doing. I even met with the president of Germany once, to teach him a little string theory. It was fun, but I was way smarter than him. I was surprised that Tom didn't know about me. I was going for a walk. Then I saw the annoying Tom. "Hi." he said. I didn't say anything. "So are you going to that public school?" Tom asked. "I-I don't go to school." I said. "Oh, so you got expelled?" he asked stupidly. I almost yelled at him. "No! There's a different reason. I'll tell you later." The truth was, I would never tell him my secret. That I went to college at 10 years old and I don't go to school. Tom looked at me suspiciously and walked away.

It has been a month living here in America. It was fun in the forest. It was fun playing violin and piano and cello and singing. It was fun making things out of wood. It was fun solving the equation that nobody was able to solve. It was fun painting pictures so realistic that it looked like they could reach out and touch you. It was fun doing ballet until my toes almost fell off. But I haven't been figure skating scince I was in Berlin. I won the olympics once. But I can't figure skate without Hans. He is my best (and only) friend, my figure skating partner, and he is coming to America today!!!! Sorry, I'm just so ecxited. I'm waiting at the airport. Hans will recognize me anywhere, with my long blonde hair, my grey eyes and pale skin. I saw Hans on the other side of the airport. I decided to impress him a little. Germans don't fall in love much, but when they do, it never ends. I felt someone watching me. I told myself I was just being crazy. I took my hair out of the bun it was in, so Hans would know it was me. Hans was walking around, looking for me. When he finally saw me, I ran to him and gave him a really big hug. That's when I noticed. Tom was looking at me with a surprised look on his face. I guess he found out abut me being a genius. "So that's why you don't go to school." Tom said. Hans whispered something to me in German and I laughed. "What?" Tom asked. I thought about telling Tom what Hans had said. But I didn't. If I told Tom, then he would kick Hans in the- oh sorry, sometimes I forget to use the appropriate language. So anyway, Hans is 18 years old. Yes, he's a bit older but it doesn't matter. His parents are back in Germany so he came here by himself. He's going to sleep in my house. Definitley not in my room. The first thing that Hans and I did was go to the skating rink. Tom watched us. I could see he felt jealous. I did a triple axel, and landed perfectly. I was obviously a very good skater. Hans was also a good skater, but nobody was as good as me. After we skated for a little, we went to the park. we talked a little. We acctually talked a lot. The sun was setting, so we decided to go to my house scince Hans was only 18 years old. We has a guest bedroom so he was going to sleep there until we got things sorted out. Germans like to walk a lot. I had a car, but I prefer walking. So Hans and I walked for 5 miles (Germans don't think that's a lot) to my house. Before I went to sleep, I went in the forest one more time. I have been working on a painting called Forest Sunset. The sunset was perfect tonight. I sat down with my paint and got to work. As I mentioned earlier, I can paint pictures that look realistic. Like, really realistic. I was painting for a few minutes when I heard footsteps. "Hannah? Is that you?" Ugh. It was Tom. I turned around, and I stood up. I forgot that if I stood up, my painting would show. Tom looked so shocked I thought he might faint. Because of the splattered paint on my hands and face, it was clear that I had been painting this. "Did you paint this?" he asked. That was a stupid question because if Tom saw me next to a half- finished painting with the same colors of paint splattered over my arms, it will obviously mean that I was painting it. "Yes, I am painting this." I said. "Do you really paint that good?" Tom continued. I shrugged my shoulders. "It's not that good." I said. "What do you mean not that good! It looks like the real forest!" Tom said. "I was reaserching about you a little and I found out" (He paused to make it dramatic) "that you go to the Humboldt University of Berlin." he said. How did this american know where I went to college? "That's not true. I already graduated." I said so I can be annoying. He ignored that. "It says that you went to college when you were 10 years old and you graduated with a doctorate in string theory. "Yes, that's true." I said. "Are you a genius or something?" He continued ecxitedly. "Well, when you see a 16 year old walking around with an IQ of 180 then yes, I am a genius."

Last week me and Tom had that "are you a genius" conversation. Now I finished my painting. My new house was very large. There was a big room for me with white walls, (so I could hang up my art, of course) a piano, a violin and a cello in the corner, a bunch of pointe shoes, knives and stuff for woodcarving, a pottery wheel, and a chalkboard for doing math. The room is bigger than you think. There are huge windows on the ceiling so I can get light for my painting. The ceiling is very tall. But It's not my bedroom. I have a different room for that. I was playing Canon in D Major on the piano when I heard someone come in. I didn't really think to much of it. It was probably just the wind. I continured playing faster and faster. Music really helped me to not miss Berlin too much. But I still do. "What are you doing?" said a voice. It was Hans. He never knew that I played piano or any other instruments. I slowly took my fingers off the piano and turned to face him. He looked surprised. " I never knew that you played piano. And, what is this room with the cello and violin and piano? and the knives, and pointe shoes, the impressive pottery, and these beautiful paintings? did you paint these? And what is this equation on the chalkboard?" he asked. "I painted these pictures. And I play these instruments. The knives are for woodcarving, I made this pottery, and I do ballet with these pointe shoes. And the equation is the one I'm trying to solve." I said. "I didn't know. What about the ice skates?" Me and Hans both cracked up. "I can't have an ice skating rink in my house." I said, as if Hans didn't know. We Germans are very sarcastic. We have a very dry sense of humor, and that's funny to us. Oh, and Hans was saying all that in German. He has an accent too when he speaks English, so he doesn't speak much English. "Do you really play piano that good?" Hans asked. I nodded my head. I checked the clock on the wall. It was 1:26 in the afternoon. I just remembered. Today was Wednesday. I had to ice skate today. In four minutes and 32 seconds. Sorry, I just like counting things. I went into my room, got the ice skates, and hurried off to the skating rink. This time, I was going to skate by myself. I went on the ice and started to skate. I did a series of very hard spins and things like that. It was fun. Time to go back home. It was getting pretty late, but I still wanted to do one more thing before I went to sleep. I was going to play some cello. I went into the "Room of Talents". That's what I called it because it had all of my talents in it. I grabbed my cello, and started playing it. Today I decided to play The Swan (From Carnival of the Animals). Back in Berlin, I used to play the cello for my family and friends. I played the song and listened to every note. This song brings me so many memories. I kept playing the song. A tear slid down my cheek. I reminded myself that germans aren't supposed to cry. I knew that it wasn't true, but I had to be tough. I wasn't going to play this song anymore. At least not today. I went back upstairs to my bedroom, feeling sad. I heard Hans snoring downstairs from the guest bedroom. I laughed. At least I didn't leave everything behind.

A/N   Hi Everyone!! Do you like this book so far? I know it's not the best but I think it's good. Oh and by the way, if you're kind of confused with the story, the whole thing is in Hannah's point of view. I am really creative, so I made up all of these names. They're kind of weird, but it will have to work. If you have any questions, please put it in the comments!!!

Here's a little information about Hannah (Idk why i put this at the end).

1. She's a pretty much a genius. Her IQ is 180 (idk if i should make it higher or lower)

2. She can play the violin, the piano, and the cello. 

3. she can paint really good.

and other things too but i can't put all of them here because I am running out of space!

Oh and the video on the start of the page is the song Hannah was playing on the piano.