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Chapter 1:

Dany POV:

The first thing I felt this morning was my brother's, Viserys, boot in my side.

"Go away," I mumbled from my spot on the floor, but that only made him kick harder.

"Wake up you little slut, I haven't got all day." The high- pitched voiced squealed. He bent down and pulled me up by my hair. I clamped my teeth together to keep from crying out.

After holding me like that for a few moments he dropped me, an stalked to the other side of the one room apartment.

I finally got up from where I was sleeping, (we couldn't afford mattresses.) and walked over to the garbage bag where my brothers and I's clothes are stored. I reached in and pulled out a ratty pair of jeans, my blue shirt with a dragon on the front and a sweatshirt with a hole bigger than texas at the elbow.

After running a brush through my hair and pulling on sneakers that were more duck tape then shoe I walked over to where my brother was.

Viserys cupped his hand under my chin and forced me too look at him. "Now sister, new school, new start. Make your brother proud, yes?" He pinched my cheek and gave me one of his sick smiles. I nod, trying to make him happy. He loved me when he was happy.

GAMEOFTHRONES

The walk to school is always a long one, no matter the distance. Westeros high was located in the richer part of town and taught the kids of the rich and powerful families in the area. I could already hear the taunts in my head. They'll make fun of my unwashed clothes and my home- cut hair, the Stop and Shop bag that served as a backpack. As the town turned from slum to suburbia my heart grew heavier. Mothers were walking their children to school and fathers were standing by their sons. I brushed the tears harshly away.

The school was new. It had a turf field and an auditorium. Smart boards were in every classroom and they had enough money for sports. The halls were spotless and they didn't need metal detectors at the door or a security guard asking you questions.

The front office was furnished with new computers and soft chairs and three smiling secretaries.

"Take a seat dear, the principle will be with you shortly."

After about twenty minutes a blond, stern looking woman came in. She stared at me with piercing green eyes. He gold hair fell in ringlets around her shoulders and high heels added to her already ridiculous hight. She stopped in front of me, eyes narrowing as she took me in.

"You must be Daenerys. I'm principle Lannister. Come this way." She turned, not even checking to see if I was with her.

Principle Lannister's office was neat and orderly. She gestured to one of the hard, wooden chairs in front of the desk.

"So, Daenerys," She gave me a mock smile, "Your transcripts look pretty good. An A student very nice. Bilingual. What other language do you speak dear?"

"Arabic."

"Arabic," she repeated. "Very nice. I also see your signed up for the free lunch and health care programs."

"Yes ma'am." My cheeks burned red as I said it.

"Now listen to me." Her voice grew serious. "I will have no trouble in this school. You are very lucky you have the chance at such a nice education as this one. I am opposed to the scholarship program at this school, the board made me take you on. But I have the power to get rid of you. Is that understood?"

"Yes ma'am." Viserys made me take the scholarship, I didn't want it. I was perfectly content at my old school, where the school gave us uniforms and school supplies, and every one got free lunch.

"Good. Along with you now. Classes start soon."

I got up and gave her a nod of thanks, rushing to get out of there. I could feel her cold, green eyes piercing my back.

GAMEOFTHRONES

The first half of the day was awful. Taunts were thrown my way and kids spat on me in the halls. Books were knocked out of my hand and a group of boys ripped my plastic bag so I had to tape it back together.

I dreaded lunch the most. Half the school would be in the same room as me, free to do whatever.

I contemplated skipping, thinking it would be the easiest. I could go to the library or one of the many fields and hide. I could roll up in a little ball so no one could ever find me. Not the other students, nor the principle, not even my brother.

But I was too hungry, and the concept of food was too strong to ignore. Viserys was strong enough to work, but he chose not too. That means we weren't qualified for welfare. He also wasn't looking for a job, and couldn't collect unemployment. We mainly got our food from Viserys's partner, Mr. Illyrio, he would bring us something. However, when it was really bad, I would look in the dumpsters behind restaurants. When they were empty, I would steal. Its not something I'm proud of. I would never tell Viserys about this though, he would hit me and say I bring shame on our family. No real Targaryan dumpster dives.

As I got in line for lunch, I was trying to figure out what the best course of action would be. The free lunch program allowed me a main dish, two sides, and a drink. I grabbed a chicken salad sandwich, a bag of goldfish, and an apple. For a drink I grabbed milk, we never have milk.

I found a seat in the corner of the cafeteria. The first thing I did was pack the apple and goldfish away. I would eat those tonight.

"So, does it taste better free? Or does it still taste like dog shit?" A sneering blond boy said. He and his posy laughed. From what I heard it was Joffrey Baratheon, the most popular boy in school.

I pulled a book out of my bag, and acted like I didn't hear him.

"Oh, acting like you didn't hear me? Or are you as stupid as you are poor. You might as well be fucking destitute."

He looked proud of himself, for using such a big word.

"Joffrey, you little shit. Leave the poor girl alone." A girl no taller than five foot said. Her hair looked like it was cut with a safety scissors and she spiked the ends. Her ears had several piercing and her jeans were ripped and tucked into doc martin boots. She was waring a black shirt with the Anarchy symbol on the front and a sleeveless army jacket. She looked like, well, a punk.

"What's it to you Stark?"

"I'm tired of listening to your pig ass mouth move. Go hide behind your mothers skirts." The punk said.

"Oh, so scary." Joffrey shot back. He looked like he was going to do something else, but decided against it, giving the punk one last glare as he stalked away.

The punk sat down opposite me and held out a hand. "I'm Arya. Arya Stark. But you can just call me Arry. Mind if I sit here?"

I shook my head no, intrigued by the girl who was able to scare away Joffrey Baratheon.

"Don't worry about him. He's all talk. Got a brain about the size of a needles eye." The punk Arya said. She reached into her army surplus bag and pulled out lunch box. "So, where you from?"

I hesitated, did I really want to tell this potential friend I lived in a ghetto? She must know I don't have money, I mean look at me, I'm a reck. "I'm from the town over."

"Oh yeah, I have a friend who lives right on the border, still Westeros though. Names Gendrey, know him?" The girl asked.

The name didn't ring a bell. I shook my head no.

"Hotpie maybe? Never mind, you don't want to know him." She gave me a devilish smile, more to herself I think.

She looked down of my lack of food and offered up some of her cookies. "Want some?"

"No thanks." I didn't want pity.

"Arya, who's the newbie?" A tall raven haired boy inquired. He was all muscle, like a bull. His horned rimmed glasses brought out the green in his eyes. On his head was a red and black knitted skull cap.

"Dany, this is Gendrey. Gendrey, Dany." Arya leaned in close to me and whispered not to quietly, "And yes, he did knit the hat himself. Quite proud."

"Shut up Arya. Knitting is quite relaxing." Tuff guy Gendrey shot back. "Have you seen Hotpie?"

"Most likely in the lab kitchen."

"Kid does love his breads," Gendrey said to me.

I wanted to be able to talk to these two more, but I had no idea what to say. They were misfits, that was easy enough to spot. Both kids seemed to be in tuned with one another, completing one another sentences. It was scary and fascinating.

Lunch went by in a blur of different conversations, they asked and I answered. Sometimes they would go off on tangents but I was always included. People from the other tables gave us strange looks, but didn't say anything.

Lunch was over too soon and we all had to go our separate ways. I didn't want to leave my new found friends, I was scared of what would happen without them.

In class, one of the girls who made fun of me earlier approached. I held my breath, not wanting to deal with her.

"Your friends with Arya Stark and all them?"

The question knocked me off guard. I didn't know how to answer, but I knew I had too. She was obviously waiting for one.

When the words came out of my mouth, the sound sure and proud, alien to me. "Yeah, I am." I told her, looking her straight in the eyes.

She nodded, and went back to her seat.

No one gave me anymore trouble for the rest of the day.

So, you guys like it? The idea has been floating around in the ye old noggin for a while, so I acted on it. Hope it wasn't a total disaster, but if it was, hey, its the internet right? R+R PLEASE!

(Also if Dany seemed out of character, this is supposed to be Dany before she went all kick- ass feminist power.)

-The Professor