Sansa Stark PoV

The day dawned bright on the first day of school at Westeros Academy. Sansa Stark was up early, in her best blue top, which showed off her cleavage. her hair artfully loose down her back, and her light makeup was, well, on point. She grinned at herself in the mirror, and walked downstairs, humming a little tune. She looked great, she felt great, and Joffery Baretheon was definitely going to ask her out if she looked like this for the rest of the year. As she walked downstairs however, she bumped into her little sister Arya, who was not up to her standard. Her long hair was in a plain ponytail held up by an elastic band? Her jeans were baggy, and nothing like faux-designer pair Sansa had on, her jumper was super old, and her trainers were mud splattered. She gasped, "Arya, what are you wearing?"

Arya glared at her, "It's comfortable,"
"But Arya," She whined, "You'll ruin my social status!"

"What social status?" she smirked, and carried on sprinting up the stairs.

I may as well give up right now, Sansa thought darkly, her bubble of happiness totally popped, Joffery will never like me with that thing for a sister. She continued her way down the stairs, and finally flopped down at the breakfast bar.

"What's wrong?" her Dad, Ned Stark, looked at her gravely over his coffee, and she sighed,

"It's Arya," She whined, "She looks so..."
"She can dress how she wishes Sansa," Catelyn Stark approached the table, with a huge pile of pancakes, "And though it is a different style to yours..."

Sansa blushed and took a pancake, before smothering it in lemon, just as her brothers ran into the room. She said brothers, but it was actually Robb, her half-brother Jon, from Neds previous marriage, and Robbs best friend Theon who ran in. Robb grabbed a stack of pancakes and started eating them furiously, talking to Theon with his mouth full the whole time.

"That's disgusting!" Sansa complained, only to have Arya run in and flick a piece of honeyed toast at her. "Arya!" She wailed, and Theon and Robb laughed loudly. Tears pricked in her eyes, and she gazed down mournfully at her ruined shirt. "I have to get changed now," she sulked, and left the room with her most angry walk possible. As soon as she was out the room she pulled her Raven from her pocket, and sent her best friend Jeyne a text.

Emergency fashion help needed! x

Jeyne texted back quickly,

Blue top we bought a SeamStresses x

Sansa flopped down on her bed, Ruined by sister, come quick x

Five minutes later Jeyne was in the room, and had picked out a nice, but not as pretty, red top, which was perfectly acceptable but...

"It's not my colour," Sansa sighed, as Jeyne adjusted her makeup.

"Red is Joffery's favourite colour though," She grinned impishly, and Sansa swung around.

"Who said anything about Joffery?" She demanded, but Jeyne just winked.

"You're perfect for each other, I mean, he's gorgeous and you're on the top 100."
"Really?" She asked, her eyes wide, "Who said? Who knows?" She glanced at herself in the mirror. She was prettier than Jeyne, but then again Jeyne was quite plain. Jeyne didn't have time to answer though as then Robb was yelling that the bus was leaving soon, as the girls giggled their way down the stairs to Winterfell bus stop.

As soon as they got off the bus, Sansa noticed Joffery Baretheon. His blue eyes were bored, but his eyebrow lifted when he saw her. His lips were slightly pouted, just how she liked them, and his beautiful blonde hair was swept out of his face in a Justin Bieberesque style. He's perfect,she thought, blushing as he nodded at her. She imagined him sauntering over to her, and kissing her in front of everybody, asking her out, becoming Prom King and Queen together... She was snatched from her reverie by Jeyne punching her. It was Joffery! He was coming over! To her! She couldn't of been more thrilled. Everythings going perfectly, she thought, the disasters of the morning forgotten.

"Hey," Joffery nodded at her, and she giggled.

"Hey Joffery," She smiled, feeling faint.

"You look great today," He smiled in that perfect half pout way of his, and she again felt dizzy.

"So do you," She blushed, "Like always. I mean..."
Joffery swept a strand of hair out of her face and grinned, "Like to come and sit with my gang at lunch today, seeing as you look so..."
"Yes," She interupted, "I'd love you. Too I said. Too sit with you."
"It's a date," He grinned, and sauntered off, winking at her over his shoulder. Jeyne grabbed her arm and squealed, and Sansa felt giddy with happiness. It was all coming true! Just like she'd always hoped. Not even Robbs grumpy glare at Joffery's back could distract her now. She was going to be prom queen, she just knew it.