Chapter 1

Game of Change

Ayra Stark was somewhat of a lone wolf. Her quick witty tongue and firey attitude made her unapproachable and intimidating to some, but not all. Ayra, laid on her bed and stared up at the ceiling and wondered if her lack of friends was a good thing, as of tomorrow she was to make her departure for college. Maybe the lack of friends made for less people to leave behind she concluded. Ayra was to start her first year at Westeros State University, at 17 years old she would be continuing the Stark tradition of attending the University, with a high GPA of course.

Ayra rolled over and thought hard, she couldn't go into another year of schooling and be lonely at college, but her lack of social skills with making friends would prove a little difficult. Well she couldn't be too hard on herself, she did have one friend, Mari Aynn, from her dance school, but she was one year younger than Arya and wouldn't graduate until next year.

"Perhaps I should try to join a club, then make friends with people in there. At least we'll have something in common and it will save me the trouble of searching for friends. Especially saving me from asking Sansa to help."

Sansa headed off to the Uni the year before and from Jon's reports already the queen of her new sorority. No surprise there, Sansa is always the "It" girl wherever she went. Graced with a model's height, beauty, femininity, and well endowed she didn't look a thing like Arya and everyone is always surprised to find Arya is the Ballerina and not Sansa.

Ayra was short, and tomboyish but was an excellent dancer, which dancing is the only extra girly thing she would do and it pleased her mother to see her in tutus instead of her standard of sneakers, V-neck T-shirt and skinny jeans and the only make up, eyeliner. Arya couldn't very well keep the same style as always. She was slightly determined to do a mini makeover on herself. She wanted to feel different for a different stage in her life. It was only 2 in the afternoon and she had a hell of amount of time to get some changing done.

Arya dialed Mari Aynn, "Hi, Mari! Are you available?"

"Of course Arya! I thought you were going to be too upset to talk to anyone today."

"Oh I'm not upset, just anxious. Get on your walking shoes, we're going to do a lot of shopping."

"Shopping? Ayra are you ok?"

"I'm fine, I just thought I needed a bit of change."

Arya finished her arrangements with Mari to pick her up at 3. It's a good thing her father and mother were rich because she was about to shop til she dropped. 'Ugh I feel like Sansa.' She got up and went downstairs to eat a quick snack and then walked two blocks over to the store to pick up one of those girly magazines Sansa always got. She needed ideas for a haircut, that's it, she didn't want to do a complete 180 and start dressing like Sansa or even worse like Sansa's friend Margaery. Arya shuddered and mentally convinced herself again that she was just going to make herself look a little less….scary.

Ayra closed the magazine and headed out the door to pick up Mari. Arya loved her car by the way. A custom shade of Palatinate Purple with flames, but instead of red like fire it was galaxy and black, with two black stripes heading up the middle, her Camaro was her baby. Her car was just as bad ass as she was. She picked up Mari and headed to the best mall in Winterfell. Arya decided she'd go from her lazy version of grunge tomboy to punk rock tomboy. She stopped into a store which had a pair of black ripped skinny jeans which caught her attention while Mari opted for a gray pair. Then a black leather jacket caught her eye. Arya purchased the pants and jacket and headed out to the nest store and the store after that. Once she felt got all the clothes she wanted she went for jewelry next. She wasn't big on jewelry, but she did wear some key items. She picked out some very cool looking ear cuffs, one was shaped like wolf and got a matching ring for it too. She also got a few Disney themed items, which surprised people that she was a Disney fan and not Sansa. Mari picked enough Disney items to look like she would go Disney Bound. Next it was time for a change of hair. Back in middle school she had cut her hair short and everyone mistook her for a boy, she may have been a tomboy, but she at least wanted everyone to know that she was a girl. Now her hair had grown back, to the middle of her back, but it was stick straight and had no style. She headed to the Salon down the street from the mall, the one Mari usually went to and described to the hair dresser how she wanted her hair and Mari got a spa treatment as well.

Two Hours later Arya already looked different, her hair had been layered but not cut, and the side of her head had been shaved, like Demi Lovato's, her tips had been dyed purple and her bang's tips had been dyed a nice green. The face mask made her porcelain skin glow and the cat eye make up had made her gray eyes seem more beguiling. She turned to Mari, who smiled brightly and also got her hair done in a updo. After paying they headed out for a bestfriend's goodbye dinner at their favorite restaurant.

"Tomorrow, I'm leaving and earlier I tried to convince myself since I didn't have many friends here it wouldn't hurt so much, but Mari you are the only person in Winterfell I had left who absolutely put up with me since Jon and Robb left. I can't wait till you join me at Uni in a year. Cheers mate."

The girls toasted and ate and caught last movie showing before Arya went home. Once she showered , took off the make up(which the beautician gave her a handy little guide on how to keep up with both the new style and make up), she plopped in her bed and went straight to sleep.

A/N: This isn't my first fanfic, but my first sucked(please don't look) so I am trying with this one and I hope you all like it, I will try to make it a tad more exciting and by next chapter or so Arya will be less OOC.