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Prologue

Sansa Stark always though that her last day of her high school career would be one of the most exciting moments of her life. Filled with laughter, heart filled goodbyes and anticipation for the future. Instead Sansa found it hard to even stay awake during quite possibly the most boring lecture ever in her life.

And giving this tedious talk was Westeros' most hated chemistry teacher, Mr. Pycelle.

Sansa wished she would have listen to her older brother Robb and her cousin Jon, who had warned her to stay clear of his class.

"I swear he actually enjoys boring people to death," Robb said, "I think it's a hobby for him!"

Sansa rolled her eyes, "Oh shut up Robb, you fall asleep in almost every class! He can't be that bad?"

"Ah but he is!" Jon had told her, "I heard he makes teachers fall asleep during their meetings!"

Sansa shook her head, "I doubt that, you guys are just pulling my leg."

Sansa sighed resting her head on her hand, boy had she been wrong. Suddenly Sansa noticed her phone light up, followed by a quiet buzz, signifying that she had received a text. Knowing that Pycelle would be distracted in his own discussion, Sansa picked up her phone off her desk and opened her messages. No surprise to Sansa, the message was from her best friend Margery Tyrell, who was currently sitting two rows to her left.

Margery:

What's wrong with you?

Sansa looked over at her friend who had both a concerned and questioning look on her face. Giving her a small smile Sansa messaged back.

Sansa:

Nothing besides the usual brain damage that comes with this class.

It only took Margery seconds to respond.

Margery:

Well cheer up Sansa! After all we're graduating on Sunday! We'll be free of this place!

However the thought of graduation didn't make Sansa very cheerful, if anything it made her extremely nervous. Unlike most of her fellow classmates, Sansa had no plans after high school. Her parents, especially her mother, had been pestering her to register for college. Sansa told them she wanted to wait until spring semester to register for classes so that she could "have a break" from schooling, which in reality the reason was that she had no idea what she wanted to do with her life.

Breaking away from her thoughts, Sansa typed back a quick message.

Sansa:

Speaking of Sunday, are you still coming over to my grad party afterwards?

Margery:

That's the plan J

"MS. TYRELL!"

Looking up from her phone, Sansa noticed Pycelle staring at Margery with a firm look on his face. "Ms. Tyrell, may I remind you that cell phone policy prohibits the usage of phones until the end-" But Mr. Pycelle was interrupted by the sound of the bell ringing, followed by the sudden rush of student out the door. It also caused both Sansa and Margery to laugh.

Maybe graduation won't be so bad after all, Sansa thought as she exited the room.