Super important author notes here regarding ages and grades in school:

Oldstones High School:

Freshmen: Arya Stark, Myrcella Baratheon, Shireen Baratheon, Edric Stone, Lyanna Mormont, Trystane Martell, Elia Sand

Juniors: Sansa Stark, Gendry Waters, Margaery Tyrell

Seniors: Joffrey Baratheon, Meera Reed

Citadel University:

Freshmen: Daenerys Targaryen, Quentyn Martell

Sophomores: Jon Stark, Robb Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Mya Stone, Loras Tyrell, Sarella Sand

Martin Middle School:

6th Grade: Tommen Baratheon

7th Grade: Bran Stark, Jojen Reed, Obella Sand

Misc:

1st Grade: Loreza Sand

3rd Grade: Rickon Stark, Dorea Sand

5th Grade: Robert Arryn

Postgrad: Arianne Martell (23), Garlan Tyrell (24), Willas Tyrell (28), Obara Sand (30), Nymeria Sand (25), Tyene Sand (23)

Other notes: Robb and Jon are twins, Shireen is other Baratheons' cousin, Edric and Mya are siblings.

Chapter 1- In which Arya gets inspired

Sansa

The late summer wind ruffled her hair as Sansa stood at the edge of the balcony. She shivered slightly and pulled the cardigan around her gently. Once the sun properly rose it would be much, much warmer. Maybe she could go to the beach and-

"Sansa!"

-the beach and sunbathe with Jeyne and Beth, get a final tan in-

"Saansaaaa!" Sansa cringed and turned to the sliding door. Arya was in their shared bedroom, digging through her personal closet and flinging clothes on the floor. A rogue shirt nearly hit Arya's husky Nymeria. Sansa winced.

"Yes, I'm here. Outside." Arya half turned and squinted. "What is it?"

"Did you take my denim jumpsuit?" Sansa rolled her eyes.

"I have no reason to steal your clothes. One, I'm six inches taller than you. Two, you dress like Rickon." She rested her hand on the side of the sliding door. "Though I do hate your jumpsuits. Maybe I should burn them."

"I think lé fuck not." Sansa smirked.

Little siblings were always so annoying. Weirdly enough, her younger brothers weren't so bad. They pestered Robb more anyway. But Arya seemed more pissy than often. It was in the way she flung her clothes, how she growled when something got tangled on the hanger, how she nearly slammed the jumpsuit on the floor upon finding it. Mother would say something about sitting her sister down and talking to her, and though they had plans with their brothers and Theon she figured she might as well.

"Hey Arya-"

"Yeah?" Arya began awkwardly kicking her clothes back in the closet. Sansa's dog Lady padded inside and walked up to Sansa, who finally walked inside and closed the sliding door. She sat on her lower bunk and scratched her dog's ears.

"Everything okay?"

"Sure. Everything's hunky-dory. Hey, if I go outside like this will Ma throw a fit?"

"Let's see," Sansa said, pretending to make an inquisitive face. Arya was wearing pajamas with cows on them. "Yes. And either way, I need to do my makeup."

"Dammit!"

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Robb's van was old and clunky, but at least it was a cheap wheelchair accessible car. Two seats in the front, three in the back with room for Bran's wheelchair. This worked out well when it was just them six, but Theon made things hard. This often resulted in Arya and Rickon being squished by the windows, Sansa and Jon being squished in the middle, and Theon getting the legroom and space in the front because he was, to quote, "too thick" to sit in the back. Sansa sighed and attempted to look out the window over Arya's head. Maybe she wouldn't have time to go to the beach.

"Brooklyn traffic is the worst," Robb mumbled as the car in front of them stopped for no reason for the fiftieth time. "Come on. I want my overpriced breakfast."

"It was your idea to go to that diner by the Bridge instead of the one three blocks away from our house," Bran sassed.

"Well I don't know what they put in their sausage, but it isn't pork..." The two trailed off into a heated discussion over suspicious breakfast meats and what part of the human body they came from, with Theon interrupting every so often with one of the more crude areas. Jon was texting someone but kept his phone hidden under his jacket. Who was so important that Jon couldn't reveal their identity? It couldn't have been Sam or Pyp or Grenn or Edd, she knew them too well.

Arya was lost in thought. Usually she would join the sausage conversation but after her mini tantrum with the jumpsuit she was silent. It unsettled Sansa. She was the shyer and quieter one, while Arya was loud and extroverted and always had something to say. Sansa poked her thigh. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"I'd rather have five hundred dollars."

"Still. What's going on? You're never this sullen."

Arya shrugged. "It's school. Like always, but more disappointing." Sansa wrinkled her eyebrows in confusion. "Like, I expected elementary and middle school to suck, but TV almost made high school look fun? I'm supposed to be part of a squad and have cool hair and baller shoes and have the time of my life. My first day there Myrcella-your precious Jeff's sister-spilled paint on me and laughed. And I still look shmugly."

"So that's where the paint came from." Arya came home on the first day of school with dark red paint all over her left side. She has art first period, too. "And you're not shmugly. And you'll enjoy high school, just like I did."

"I'm not you, Sansa." Arya turned back to the window. Sansa sighed and leaned back a bit, staring at the car mirror ahead. A line was forming behind them.

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Because it was so nice out the group decided to laze around by the tiny boardwalk and park right underneath Brooklyn Bridge. Rickon ran to the carousel with Robb and Bran while Theon and Jon walked off to talk about something. Convenient. Sansa joined Arya in sitting on the lawn and stretched her legs in front of her.

"I'm sorry I snapped earlier," Arya mumbled.

"It's okay. You're scared." Arya cocked her head. "When I started school I decided to join the cooking club because I wasn't close with anyone. That's how I became better friends with Beth and Jeyne. Join a club or a sport, that could help."

"I'm only interested in fencing, and they cancelled the club two years ago." Sansa remembered the incident. Robb had stupid friends. "Although...what if I make a Youtube channel?"

That was not the direction Sansa thought this would go. "Why...?"

"That counts as popularity to a degree. And I have something to do during breaks and after school. And weekends too. Ooh, I can get the dips to help."

"Please don't ask out brothers-"

"ROBB!" Arya screamed across the lawn to Robb, who was watching the carousel. "CAN YOU HELP ME MAKE A YOUTUBE CHANNEL?"

"Kay," Robb yelled back. Sansa saw her younger brothers' mouths move. "Bran and Rickon wanna help."

"LIT! ONE SEC, GOTTA GET JON AND THEON!" Not both of them. Sansa opened her mouth to protest but Arya already got up and Naruto ran to them. At least she was going back to normal. Sansa sighed.

She knew she should've gone to the beach instead.