The Evolution of Rainbowheart By: Mikayla Flanz

If I am going to write a blogpost about family, I feel like siblings need to be addressed. Sisters to be more specific. They steal your clothes, mock how you look, but 5 minutes later you have to make up so together you can discuss whatever random scenario you would never be able to talk about with any of your friends. Because you’ll never have the same connection with anyone else. Yet of course we all fight with our siblings, I with my sister more than anyone else, but that fight is going to go to a whole new level considering this blog post is about her. It’s time the Internet was introduced to Rainbowheart aka Olivia Flanz.

Born the third of October, 2004, my biggest pain and partner in crime emerged to this Earth. She might be two years younger than me, but that did not stop unfair genetic distribution from making her four inches taller than me. Even though she has that on me, she dug her own grave by making an Instagram for herself in fourth grade... I’m relatively certain most people that got social media at a young age regret a good portion of what they posted, not necessarily because there was anything bad, but because we all hated who we were in middle school. Anyway, Olivia being the absolute sparkle child she was decided to name herself “Rainbowheart”. And thus, an icon was born.

Personally I always though this title was legendary, as did many of my close friends. But our abmeration for her, escalating to a certain point may or may not have drive her over the edge after a few years. (It may have come to the point where we made a fan page for her... just maybe). It was tragic, but she finally changed her username, which then led us to create a hashtag in her honor (#bringbackrainbowheart), alas it did not work.
Now she is just Olivia Flanz, a little boring, but it’ll do I guess. There are so many stories to be told about her (she’s done so many questionable things), like the time she broiled a bar of chocolate, but blog posts can only be so long. For now, let’s hope for my sake that Olivia never finds this blog, but if you do Olivia... please don’t burn my clothes. Please.
Love ya sis, this one’s for you!