To Love A Wildflower

Flowers

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⚛Rebecca⚛

I had a wildflower in my hair.

A Bloodroot.

I sighed and got out of the limo, mumbling a thanks to Peter, my driver. He smiled at me and tipped his hat, "have a wonderful first day Miss"

And then he drove off.

I put a wildflower in my hair everyday.

"Good morning Bex!"

"Hi Becca!"

"Looking hot Becky!"

I waved and smiled at every single person that greeted me, knowing that I've never spoken to most of them in my life.

The wildflower was a source of strength.

I was what you could call popular, I had many friends-well, many people believed that we were friends-I sat on the alleged 'popular' table, I've been homecoming queen every year since I was a sophomore. And I dated the most wanted guy in school.

Wildflowers reminded me of him.

I didn't want to be popular, but I guess you didn't have a choice when it came to these things. Not when you're the sister of Hunter Black, sister in-law of Stephanie Black, and daughter of Harold Black.

Not when your brother in-laws are Steven and Stephan Roberts.

Why is that such a big thing you ask?

Well, Hunter owns Black n' Roberts Cooperation. The biggest and wealthiest business Industry in the world, and my father started Black Industries before Hunter merged it with his wife's family business, so he has quite the name for himself.

My sister in-law, Stephanie Black, is one of the most world known musicians and actresses of the times. She writes her songs, sings them, acts in every award winning movie and she makes millions everyday.

Steven-well I call him Uncle Steve- is known all over the continent for his insane talent with a paint brush. His pieces always bought by no less than 4 million dollars. Not to mention aunty Brook, Brooklyn Roberts, who is the best friend of a princess-she says I should call her Empress-and is one of the best secret service agents ever.

It was quite embarrassing when a painting of me was auctioned off at 15 million and now hung in a wealthy billionaire's home.

And Stephan, dear Uncle Stephan, he's what the world calls the Mozart of our time. His piano pieces played in opera houses and charity galas. And his wife, Aunty K-everyone calls her Candy-well, she's quite the model.

So you see, I'm the goat of the family. I literally just feed off of everyone else's successes.

And I hate it.

He always called me that, a wildflower. Special. Rare.

He was wrong.

"Bex! Over here!" Jazzy yelled from across the hall, on the courtyard steps. No one but us was allowed there, I don't know where the rule came from but it was there.