Prologue
Her long silvery black hair curled itself down her back, Her beautiful brown eyes were caring and loving and glistened in the moonlight, And her clothes were elegant, like they were fit for a princess, each one fitting her light tan skin tone exactly, each one having a different style and a different color and a different texture.
All my life Ive lived in the shadow of my older sister Marie. All my life Ive envied her, I've hated her. She, who was beauty and wisdom and grace. she who was kind and sweat. she who could do no wrong, and had no sins. who was i to even be compared to her? next to the goddess i was nothing. not even worth being compared to.
If I could, id never see her. if I had any control I would never of had to hear her voice or see her face.
But I don't control myself, you see. I have no control. Not of my actions or my words or my feelings. I am told what must be done and I am told when I must do it. Theres no way around it. Theres no fairness. My life revolves around two things and two things only. My family's reputation and my sisters reputation. In short I am the brains of this house. I fix everything I schedule everything and I remind them of everything.
Talking back is pointless in this family, everything you do or say results into mother giving her famous speech. "Do you have no pride in your family?", she'd say "Do you not respect what we stand for? We all play a part in this house hold, all of us, not just you. Me and your sister must be perfect. We are the only ones that will in this world, And you must keep everyone from thinking otherwise."
And that is my life. Im the imperfect runt keeping all the other pigs happy. We must go to the finest party's the finest Manichean's, and, of course the most finest school in all of japan. Yes, we must go to the one, the only, the most elite, ouran high school.