My Younger Sister Was A Genius Novels & Stories

I passed out the documents I created around the table, and they all went through them with affirmative nods. "Wow," one of them exclaimed. "This is brilliant. How did you come up with this? You are really a genius. Where have you been hiding all this while?" "Now these are the kind of things I am talking about," another said. "We need people like you to give us these kinds of ideas that will set a landmark. Not the usual things we always see around." "She is Giselle's sister after all," another chipped in. "You can tell the same intelligence runs in their blood."

"You want me to hack the system? That's impossible. I've never done that." "But you can do it." "You can hack systems?" Zanaya suddenly interjected into the conversation. She seemed to be in the moment of still processing what we just said. "Oh, Zan, if you don't ask, my sister is a computer genius and a great hacker." "Wow. That's nice," she replied.

“It’s easy for you to say. You are a genius at everything” “Even a genius like me have things I am not good at” “Yea right?” He said rolling his eyes “And because I am your elder sister I need to be strong enough to protect you” “You are only sixteen and I’m fourteen, it’s just a two year gap so stop acting like it’s a big deal” “I don’t care, you are still my kid brother. Go take your bath, you stink” “Fine. But one day I will surpass you” “Don’t expect me to sit around and wait for it to happen” she said smiling

“You’re smarter than all of us.” At that, I sat up a little straighter and began to rattle off my classes. When my sisters’ eyes started to glaze over, I sat back and smirked. They might be older but there were some things I knew about that they’d never get, like my fascination with genes and all the nerdy things that made me so excited but had bored them both to tears.

She seemed excited and was giving me an expectant look. As if there was anything more that I can give her! I simply smiled at her politely as I don’t even have the right words to say to her. I want to die. I want to crawl into a hole and hide. Someone, please bury me so I can avoid embarrassing myself even further. This girl is not my sister. She’s a blonde Hermione Granger. ‘Master?’ Custard came to my side and poked my hand. ‘Not now, buddy. I’m devastated. My sister is a fricking genius to master the use of magic before me! She’s on her way to Hogwarts while I have to stay in the basement!’

It was really hard to comprehend. His sister is just a genius. A genius amongst geniuses. A one in a million genius. She was even more talented than three of them. Moreover, he knew that his sister did not activate her magic when she was 12 years old. And last month too, when she fell in the river because it was said that she was chased by a beast. If at that time, she already has a magic attribute and an intermediate rank at that, then wouldn't have she survived? But she did not. Which means she only activated her magic after that happened. Her accident might be the one which triggered it.

"The questions weren't particularly difficult for me." One sharp-eyed reporter spotted me and quickly thrust a microphone in Mia's direction. "We heard your older sister is also competing this time. How do you think she did?" At the mention of me, Mia's smile faded ever so slightly. She replaced it with a look of gentle, almost saintly pity. "My sister… Well, just having the courage to show up and sit in this exam hall is already impressive in itself. After all, not everyone is born academically gifted." With just a sentence, she had labeled me as stupid, incompetent, and overestimating myself.

my little sister Nina yelled back, causing my parents to chuckle. I stuck my tongue out at her before slamming the bathroom door behind me. I was annoyed I’d never beaten Nina at Scrabble for Kids, even though she was two years younger than me and I had a “genius” IQ, according to my teachers and parents. She’d always been good at words. Mama said she’d probably grow up to be a writer. I used the toilet and washed my hands. I was supposed to be at a special camp for gifted children this summer, but camp was so boring. All the activities were too easy; the only one I’d liked was chess, but I could play that anywhere. I complained to my parents, who pulled me out yesterday and brought me home.

That night, as she was bathing me, she was surprised as I started counting anything I saw in our small bathroom and reading letters on the labels of soap and shampoo bottles. It was the beginning that Sister Grace paid attention to my abilities, recognizing me as a child prodigy, someone with a high IQ. She told me I had extraordinary skills with multiple intelligence in spatial and logical mathematics but someone with poor behavior because I was naughty, bold, and sassy. And that behavior pulled me into this situation, beating my big brain. When I looked at the plus sign on the pregnancy test, my high IQ was not needed to explain what it meant. My hands trembled as I pushed the small kit to

Her photogenic memory, sharp senses, and her love for reading made Anamika seek professional help. At four years plus, Nadia was already helping her mother sort out her work and play with hacking. Although she's not the best hacker out there, her late master, who happened to be one of the best hackers in his Country, predicted that Nadia will emerge as the best hacker in the world before she turns ten. As for Aiden, he isn't gifted like his sister but is a genius for his age. Unlike his sister who finds comfort in speaking to her family, Aiden is an extrovert who doesn't mind socializing with just about anyone.