At six years of age Hannah noticed Dr. Gregory House was in play more than her father, most of the time he was deep in thought, swirling his cane around and sipping beer.
He still found time to educate her though.
He would sit in his favorite arm chair while she sat on the cough with her lined notepad. He had written out math's problems far exceeding her years. At first she got frustrated, yelled, cried and slammed herself in her violet painted room. But after about an hour of sobbing she crept out realizing that her tantrum hadn't scored her any attention.
He was still sitting in his chair fiddling with his cane, so she took up her spot again and tried her hardest to answer the questions.
She got them all wrong the first time.
But slowly after about six months she got a lot better, being able to add double and even triple digits in seconds. Multiplying and dividing even in decimals.
Being a doctor Gregory House had learnt how to spell those big long words of diseases and infections, so he chose to educate her with that next.
With the same formula over a couple of months she was spelling complicated off the top of her head.
Occasionally he'd tell her a random fact about medicines and illnesses, but what interested her more was his view on people.
No respect, no rules, no guidelines.
He told her some people had the notion that they could be nice to everyone and everyone would be nice back, be in harmony together, no one should lie or steal or cheat.
He had specifically said "Bullshit". If you want to get through this world you got to know all the tricks, plan ahead, and expect the worst. That way you'll pull through it quite easy.
Hannah had nodded and slowly she accepted this knowledge, picking out these types of people in her classroom, summarizing people before she even talked to them. She began to develop and quick tongue and sharp attitude and by the time she was ten, she had earned herself a reputation at her school.