Pink eyes and bright orange hair, skimming the backs of my knees.

A large red bow atop my head.

Turtle necks

and

sweater vests.

Head tilted towards the ground, insecurities high in my mind.

You may know me, but you pretend you don't. I know you, and I fight for your attention.

People glare at me, annoyance clear in their faces when my hand goes up in class.

It's not my fault I'm smart.

My sisters and I, we're so alike but all so different.

I am the smart one.

The kind one.

The shy one.

Oh, how wrong you are for assuming that.

I am actually quite rude and sarcastic,

very manipulative,

far from shy.

I can easily get into someones mind, figure out their weakness and crawl under their skin.

I'll offer to do your homework,

or switch projects with you.

I never live up to my word. How else would I remain the smartest?

But, no one really cares. No one really tries.

That is how I like it.

My sisters are more known than me, one being the alpha and the other being a bully. I am the one who falls back in the crowd, blending in with everyone else.

When we part ways, I don't have a group to go to. I usually just head to the library to study or complete extra credit. Today is no different.

I take my usual seat in the back, away from everyone else.

Anything to avoid eye contact.

I pile books upon books in front me, my mind drifting away into the world of quantum theorems and assassinated presidents. School work is really the only thing keeping me sane, keeping me from going over the edge. If my position as valedictorian was ever threatened, I'm not quite sure what'd I do with myself.

That's when I see her.

She quickly walks in, tears evident in her amber eyes and mascara staining her cheeks. The shoulder-length light brown hair that used to be on her head was now short and choppy. Her petite yet curvy figure now looked smaller and more vulnerable. But I didn't care about her looks.

The one thing that caught my eye was the report in her hand. The report for physics class.

How could I forget? I've been so caught up in all my other work that I completely forgot about the physics report.

This girl here, she is the only one standing in my way of being the top. She is the only one that can compete with me.

A hot flash of anger pours through my body as I get up and waltz over to her.

"Your report. Give me it." I hiss.

The library is mostly empty; not as many people care about their studies as I.

She looks up at me with those tear filled eyes. "What?"

"Did I stutter? I forgot to do mine, give me your report."

"No."

That surprises me and makes my eyes narrow. People can't say no to me. Buttercup is my sister.

"I didn't ask you, I'm telling you. Hand over the report."

Those amber eyes roll, only adding to my anger. My hand lightly traces the table I am now leaning over, feeling the sharp edge. "Please?"

A scoff. "No."

In a flash, I snatch up her book bag and pour the contents onto the table. She tries to grab a few things, which means they're important. I scan the items, and see that she has a photo album and a small stuffed toy. I hastily pick them up and step away from the table. When I look through the photo album, I see that it is filled with pictures of her and some man. Maybe her father.

"Who's this?" I ask, not looking at her.

A sniffle. "My dad."

"Why do you keep this around with you?"

"He's… d-dead."

A lightbulb lights up over my head. This is the key.

I face her again and see the tears dripping off her chin and nose. Disgusting. I pull a photo out of the album and wave it in front of her.

"The report, or this thing ends up in pieces."

She looks at me incredulously, as if I have 5 heads. "No."

The picture is ripped to shreds in an instant.

Her bottom lip trembles while she watches me take out another photo. "Are you going to sacrifice this one too?"

"I'm not giving you my report."

Another photo in shreds.

She cries out and grabs my arm. "Fine, fine! Take the stinkin' report. Just stop, please."

A smile spreads across my face as I grab the report and throw her stupid photo album back at her.

"A pleasure doing business with you."

"W-why?"

Because, I am the valedictorian.

Because, I am Blossom.

Because, I am the one and only with

brains.