Game of Thrones: Kindred Spirits

Chapter 11 of my Game of Thrones story, enjoy.

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Chapter 11

Sitting on one of the benches at the side of the hall, watching the Cheerleaders as they worked on their routines, Myranda fumed. She was forced to sit out due to injury, having hurt her ankle and being unable to train. Meanwhile the rest of the squad practised before her, clearly mocking her by showing off what they could do; simply because she was temporarily unable to do so herself.

'Urgh, look at those bitches, thinking they're all that.' She thought angrily. 'I'm clearly better than any of them; yet they kept sabotaging me to make sure I couldn't take their precious Myrcella's spot as captain. Even though I clearly deserve it far more than her.'

She grimaced at that; recalling her plan. She had set things up perfectly to ensure she could upstage Myrcella and take over the team. But then the other cheerleaders had to sabotage that too. She knew they were behind it somehow, but it had resulted in her being injured instead and Myrcella still arrogantly assuming she could do what she wanted as head of the cheer squad and act as if she was better than Myranda.

Shaking her head Myranda growled. 'I swear, I will find which one of those sluts did this to me and make her pay. Don't they get it, Myrcella doesn't even deserve to be cheer captain; she's nowhere near skilled enough, she didn't earn her place. She just bribed the coaches, I wonder how, daddy's money, or did she just spread her legs for them?'

Still growling Myranda tried to clear her vindictive thoughts in order to figure out how to pass her time.

She needed to figure out what she could to do in order to pass her time waiting for the cheerleaders to finish their practices, no doubt before going off to find some football players to get into bed for their usual behaviour. Tired of those sluts and their mocking of her, Myranda decided to call her boyfriend instead. She waited briefly until he answered and grinned, hearing his voice.

"Hey babe."

She replied at once. "Hello there, Ramsay, what's up?"

He replied casually. "Oh, same as usual; you know."

She laughed lightly at that and they got to chatting away. Mostly small talk until she heard Ramsay sigh.

"Something wrong honey?" She asked worriedly.

Ramsay sighed again and then replied. "I'm getting fed up of that bitch Sansa Stark think she can just walk away from me without any consequences. Thinking that by ignoring me she's going to get away with how she insulted me."

Myranda narrowed her eyes at that; she knew exactly what Ramsay meant and shook her head.

"Honestly, that slut...You have me now, but I agree, she needs to pay." She replied.

Ramsay's reply was cheerful. "That is very true, Myranda, very true."

Myranda smirked too as she recalled her earlier encounter that day with Lyanna Mormont; the way the girl had reacted when Myranda put her in her place again. It had been fun; it was then Myranda suddenly realized a chance as it dawned on her, recalling what else she knew about Lyanna Mormont.

She had seen the pathetic Mormont girl hanging out with the youngest Stark boy. Something she had thought hilarious at the time, two pathetic losers hanging out together. But now suddenly it was something that she could use to her advantage.

"I've just had an idea how to get revenge on Sansa, to teach her a lesson." She said suddenly.

"It's perfect...You remember the things I've been telling you?"

Ramsay replied surprised. "Yeah?"

Myranda smirked. "How about we use Sansa's 'baby' brother and his little ugly friend, the Mormont girl, to get revenge on her?"

Ramsay laughed. "That's perfect, I love it...We'll need to discuss it more."

"I'll see you after school." She promised.

With that they hung up, Myranda couldn't help but grin, this was perfect now, a revenge plan.


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