Chapter One: Making History
Thistle sat on her bed, letting her wavy, Candy Apple-red hair flow down to her waist. She yawned loudly before pushing the remainder of her slanted fringe behind her ear, revealing her sparkling, electric-blue eyes to the mirror in front of her. Thistle ran the brush through her hair, causing it to straighten out slightly before curling back up. She walked over to the small desk in the corner before running her finger over the silver locket on a metal chain. The locket was decorated with the crest of Thistle's family; she placed it in her hands and viewed the crest intently. It was engraved onto the silver, a string of cherry blossoms, entwined around the sword that was set slanted. She swung the necklace around the back of her neck, tightening the clasp and placing it on her chest, the chill from the metal running through her creamy, pale skin. Thistle walked over to the wooden wardrobe in the corner of her small bedroom and swung open the two doors, searching for the new uniform her father had bought her a few days earlier. She took it off the hanger before taking her pyjamas off and replacing them with the yellow dress that settled on her figure perfectly. Many people believed Thistle had the perfect body; she was quite tall for her age, standing at five foot six with long slender legs but she believed that she was underweight for a young girl such as herself. Thistle walked to the mirror in the far corner of the room, viewing herself from different angles, before sighing and grabbing the set of earrings from the table to her left. She quickly snapped them into place before twisting the back of them, fixating them to her ear. She tried to smile for herself as she looked in the mirror her lips, which were full and a soft natural pink, upturned at the corners feebly before turning down yet again as Thistle sighed gently. She slipped her feet into her small black shoes before walking through the white door and down the staircase to her Father.
"Dad, I'm off now." Thistle said as she picked up the bag to the left of her and clutched her right hand around the door handle.
"Bye Thistle. Have fun." Her Father said as she pulled the door open and stepped out of the house where the Akiyama family had made history.