Prologue: Complicated
"Mummy, loves you Thistle."
"Sister, wake up. Stop fooling with me."
"He really is beautiful Sky."
"You can't turn us down. It's social suicide."
"Then my social life will plummet past death. Into whatever may lie beyond." The memories rang through her ears clearly as she grasped her head in pain. She threw her head into her pillow, tears of sorrow falling into it.
"Thistle, I have considered your offer." A man's voice said from behind the white, wooden door leading out to the hall.
"I can leave Lobelia?" Thistle said, turning her head to the side so it lifted from the pillow.
"Yes, you shall be attending Ouran Academy next week. Though no doubt the paper work will be complicated." Her father said, contemplating over the two options that lay in front of him.
"Thank you Father." She said in thanks as she sat up from her bed, her Lobelia uniform speckled with bits of dirt from the confrontation earlier.