p class="p1"The bell rang for the last class of the day. To most people it would have been just another five minutes that happens every day, but not for Bran. Unlike normal, Bran did not wait for Jojen. Once Bran was let out of class he completely skipped his locker and went straight home. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""I'm home." Bran walking into the house saying./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""you're early. Good come and play." Rob yelled from the living room as Bran passed him. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"On an everyday basis his two brothers would forcefully push him into the living room and beat him in video games for a good hour before his mother would yell at them to let him go and do his homework. Today that didn't happen. He completely ignored them and went straight to his room. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"The room stayed quiet. Not a sound came from the room and he was unable to hear anything from outside it. At the moment it was the perfect place for him to be. It was a place that he could think./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""So Jojen has someone he likes." A loud sigh slipped from his mouth. Since lunch, school wasn't easy for him. All that he could think of was the words repeating over and over of his sister announcing to the group of Jojen's feelings. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"A knock came upon the door. "Bran dear it is time for dinner." A small voice came from his door. It was his mother, sounding strangely concerned as if, like all parents, mysteriously know that he is upset./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""I'm not hungry." /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Bran, come down for…" Before she could finish her sentence she was interrupted by the one and only cause of this mess, Arya./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Mum, don't pester him to much, he had a rough day from what I heard. He's just a little jealous is all, nothing to bother him about." And with that comment he came bursting out his bedroom door. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""I'm not jealous. I have nothing to be jealous about." His face by now was red from anger./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Good than lets go eat. I'm starving." Announced Arya as she pushed him to the dinning room./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Bran was right in his statement. He really wasn't hungry. He spent the first five minutes at the table poking at his food while everyone else was talking away. It wasn't until his father tried to start a conversation with him that he started to dig in. He figured that the faster he ate, the less time he had to sit there./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"It only took another 10 minutes for him to finish and return to his room. By the time he got back, his cell was lighting up from a text message, a text message that read Jojen Reed./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"He didn't want to answer it and let it die out only to have another message sent by the same sender caused the phone to start lighting up once more. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""I may be the stupidest person in the world." With that comment he picked up his cellphone and started to read./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Hey, you weren't there after school. Are you alright?" It was as if he could hear Jojen's voice reading it to him. "Since tomorrows a Saturday why don't you come over. I just got this new video game."/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"All Bran could do was slam his face into his pillow. Of course he wanted to go and spend time with Jojen, but didn't know how to react anymore. In all of his confusion he picked up his phone and wrote, be there at 1. After thinking it over he didn't want to seem suspicious to him./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Guess I have to face Jojen tomorrow."/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""I'm home." Bran walking into the house saying./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""you're early. Good come and play." Rob yelled from the living room as Bran passed him. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"On an everyday basis his two brothers would forcefully push him into the living room and beat him in video games for a good hour before his mother would yell at them to let him go and do his homework. Today that didn't happen. He completely ignored them and went straight to his room. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"The room stayed quiet. Not a sound came from the room and he was unable to hear anything from outside it. At the moment it was the perfect place for him to be. It was a place that he could think./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""So Jojen has someone he likes." A loud sigh slipped from his mouth. Since lunch, school wasn't easy for him. All that he could think of was the words repeating over and over of his sister announcing to the group of Jojen's feelings. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"A knock came upon the door. "Bran dear it is time for dinner." A small voice came from his door. It was his mother, sounding strangely concerned as if, like all parents, mysteriously know that he is upset./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""I'm not hungry." /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Bran, come down for…" Before she could finish her sentence she was interrupted by the one and only cause of this mess, Arya./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Mum, don't pester him to much, he had a rough day from what I heard. He's just a little jealous is all, nothing to bother him about." And with that comment he came bursting out his bedroom door. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""I'm not jealous. I have nothing to be jealous about." His face by now was red from anger./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Good than lets go eat. I'm starving." Announced Arya as she pushed him to the dinning room./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"Bran was right in his statement. He really wasn't hungry. He spent the first five minutes at the table poking at his food while everyone else was talking away. It wasn't until his father tried to start a conversation with him that he started to dig in. He figured that the faster he ate, the less time he had to sit there./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"It only took another 10 minutes for him to finish and return to his room. By the time he got back, his cell was lighting up from a text message, a text message that read Jojen Reed./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"He didn't want to answer it and let it die out only to have another message sent by the same sender caused the phone to start lighting up once more. /p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""I may be the stupidest person in the world." With that comment he picked up his cellphone and started to read./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Hey, you weren't there after school. Are you alright?" It was as if he could hear Jojen's voice reading it to him. "Since tomorrows a Saturday why don't you come over. I just got this new video game."/p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1"All Bran could do was slam his face into his pillow. Of course he wanted to go and spend time with Jojen, but didn't know how to react anymore. In all of his confusion he picked up his phone and wrote, be there at 1. After thinking it over he didn't want to seem suspicious to him./p
p class="p2" /p
p class="p1""Guess I have to face Jojen tomorrow."/p
p class="p2" /p