Looking in the mirror for a long moment, Althea let a sigh escape her lips. They had only moved to two weeks ago and their mother had finally sorted them into High School, an experience Althea was not looking forward to. She had never gotten along in school, she always got bullied for the fact her mother's family was stupidly rich and they always seemed to live in a big house. Thankfully, their mother had downsized since she had divorced their father and they owned a four bedroom cottage, that wasn't far from the park.
Althea was the oldest of her siblings, even though Joffrey wasn't much younger then her. She had always gotten along with her siblings and parents, but after finding out that their father was having an affair with his secretary, their relationship had become tense. Their mother had gotten a new job in a local business firm, which she seemed happy with. That was why she was so determined to get Althea and her siblings into school as quickly as possible and alas, today was their first day.
It was only two weeks into September, so thankfully they wouldn't of missed much in the lessons, Althea had already packed her backpack the night before, she always liked to be prepared unlike Joffrey who always rushed things at last minute. It was only eight o'clock in the morning, but their mother had forced them to be ready for eight, so they could leave at half past. So, this was wear Althea found herself now, staring at her reflection in a mirror and trying to gather some courage.
Her long blonde hair was hanging over her shoulders elegantly, she had clipped her fringe back with a simple hair grip which kept it of her face. She didn't bother with the make-up, she was never one for covering herself in it. Her eyes were a smoky grey colour, that sparkled more like diamonds in the light. Her skin was lightly tanned and she had a slender frame, except for the curves on her hips. She was wearing the essential school uniform, which thankfully wasn't any horrid colours. She wore a black skirt, that was snug around her hips and stopped just above her knees, she also wore black tights under her skirt and flat black shoes, with a small bow on. She was forced to wear a white blouse, the blouse was plain except for a small pocket on her left breast, the sleeves covered her shoulders and about a quarter of her arms. The tie was a golden yellow colour and the suit jacket was coal black like the skirt and tights. The suit jacket had the school badge on which was a three headed red dragon, Althea found it amusing.
Nodding at her reflection, Althea let a sigh escape her lips. She wasn't happy with her reflection, but it would have to do. Making her way into the kitchen she noticed Tommen and Myrcella scoffing down their cereal as Joffrey ran around the house, gathering his essentials for school. Her mother looked up from her plate of toast and gave Althea a heart warming smile, which lit up her mothers beautiful face. "Althea, sweetheart you look so beautiful in your uniform." She told her, causing Althea to smile weakly before joining her youngest siblings and mother at the table.
After a few minutes, Joffrey joined them at the table panting slightly which brought a smile to Althea's face. His blonde hair was messed up and his face was flushed from where he had been running. "Are you looking forward to school?" Cersei finally asked her children causing Joffrey to groan loudly before leaning back in his chair. "Oh yes, we are ecstatic mother," Althea joked causing Joffrey to cheer before bumping his fist against hers softly.
"I hope there are going to be hot girls," Joffrey finally spoke causing Althea to snort with laughter before taking a sip from her orange juice. "I don't like girls, they're yucky." Tommen spoke causing Joffrey to tilt his head to the side with interest, "that's not true little brother, they're hot, they have nice butts and their boobs-OUCH!" He snapped looking to Althea who was giving him an innocent look. "You two are terrible," Cersei said softly to Althea and Joffrey, but she had a smile on her face.
"Alright my sweet children, lets get you all to your first day at school!" Cersei said pushing herself to her feet.
Her answer was four identical groans.
It had been two hours since Althea had arrived in the school and she had made one friend. Sansa Stark was in most of Althea's lessons and she immediately got along with her, they both liked the same music, films and celebrities and Sansa was ridiculously pretty. Her skin was pale and she was slender, she had the bluest eyes Althea had ever seen, her hair was nearly to her waist and was a fiery red colour, Sansa didn't plaster herself in make-up like most of the girls that Althea had seen in the school, she just had a bit of blusher to colour her cheeks and clear lip gloss.
"So, in English we are starting with Romeo and Juliet," Sansa told her as she sat down on the bench beside her. Althea groaned, she was not a fan of Shakespeare, "I don't understand why they have their skirts so short," Sansa spoke her gaze fixed on a group of girls, which Althea had immediately found out were the popular girls. The school grounds were big, there was a large football pitch and a courtyard area with benches, which was where Althea and Sansa were sitting.
"Me too, my younger sister Myrcella is a big fan of make-up, she won't leave the house without her face plastered in it." She told her, causing Sansa to laugh softly, "she sounds nothing like my little sister Arya, Arya hates the stuff, she won't even wear the school skirt." Sansa told her, causing her to smile softly. Althea dragged her gaze to the football pitch, she immediately glanced to two of the boys, they had to be over six foot and they were built like tanks, their school shirts were tight against their bodies. The taller boy had short chocolate brown hair, he had a neatly trimmed beard on his face, Althea knew he would of looked much more handsome if he wasn't scowling at anyone who dared to look at him. The shorter boy was handsome, even if he did have a horrid burn on the left side of his face, his hair was longer then the other boys, falling just above his shoulders.
"Who are they?" Althea finally asked Sansa, who quickly dragged her attention to the two boys before turning to Althea with a smirk on her face.
"Gregor and Sandor Clegane, they're brothers. Gregor is the taller one and Sandor is the one with the burn." Sansa told her, causing Althea to look at her new friend, "they're handsome," she said slowly watching the grin spread on Sansa's face before she nodded in agreement.
"I know, but don't get your hopes up. They don't think anyone in this school is good enough for them, they always keep to themselves unless someone is stupid to start a fight with them. They don't care if anyone else in the school gets bullied, but if one of the brothers get bullied the other one is immediately there to put a stop to it." Sansa said sadly.
"How did he get his burns?" Althea blurted out, causing Sansa to give her a sad look.
"It's a sad story, about three years ago their cottage caught fire. Their mother and sister died and Sandor was badly injured, before the fire though, Gregor and Sandor use to hate each other, they were never near each other and were normally fighting each other. But after the fire when Sandor nearly died, something changed in Gregor and they are always with each other now." Sansa told her, Althea swallowed before looking back towards them, she felt her breath hitch.
They were both staring at Sansa and Althea, as if they had heard their whole conversation.
