Chapter 4: The Messenger

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Sansa sat in her perfect neat room making homework on her laptop. She let her pink with gray striped headphones lay on her light gray desk where her favorite books were put in place. The walls had a flower print wallpaper which was occupied with pictures of family and friends and posters of her favorite artists. Sansa wore her hair in a high loose, but braided ponytail and an old light blue tank-top and a denim skirt. Her loafers were on the ground together with her school bag. She sat on the bed with her back leaning against the headboard. It took her a few hours to finish her homework that she got this week. She finished her History and French assignments and the essay that she finished during lunch break.

A few minutes later, Sansa was checking her social media profile on Twitter, Instagram and Facebook. She reads the messages that she received a few hours ago. "Oh! Lucky he hasn't sent me a message yet." she told herself after going to the Facebook homepage. She was about to log out when she saw someone send her a chat message. She opened it knowing who it would be.

"Poor...poor...poor Sansa. She gets her free will back by breaking up with Joffrey and still gets no attention from men." Sansa tried to ignore it, but she knew that this person wasn't finished yet.

" Why waste your time with those silly boys...when you can find some pleasure in a real man like me."

Sansa knew his name was Kyle Ray and that he goes to her school. That's what he told her, but she deep down knew that this is not the same boy who is her adorable and sweet partner in Science class. She felt sick to her stomach.

"If you were a man, you wouldn't hide behind a name and face that doesn't belong to you." Sansa typed on her laptop. She pressed enter and closed the chat. She looked at her profile page and wanted to know what Margaery and Loras were up to for today. Her phone was blasting a song from Kelly Clarkson called What doesn't kill you makes you stronger.

The door to her room burst open harshly. Sansa quickly rose up with a panicked look on her face, while looking at the people standing in the doorway. She saw her older brother Robb and Theon looking excited and hugged her the minute she tried to speak. "Hey San! We came to say that Dany is here. Recovered and well. COME DOWNSTAIRS!!!!!!!!" Robb said to her, while looking at Theon who fell on the ground. Theon looked from the ground at the two of them. He stood up and checked his clothes if they were dirty. Theon was the kind of boy who would flirt with girls and try to sleep with them. He uses his charm that makes Sansa herself and her sister and female friends want to laugh at his face.

"He always uses that stupid, idiotic (which he calls it manly) smirk that suppose to make girls swoon. Margaery described it as a smirk that needs to be smacked from his face before the females will have nightmares about it. "Sansa. STOP melting your brain with these torturous beings called HOMEWORK. It makes you mad!!! Like the Mad Hatter!!!!!!!!!!" Theon said to her dramatically loud. "Well, maybe you shouldn't be lazy and get these torturous things called HOMEWORK done instead of copying it from MY BROTHER!!!!!!!! And YOU ARE The MAD ONE in this house. Why did Jon let you live with us?" She spoke the same way like her male frenemy for years. "Because i'm more fun then miss 'Geeky, dumb, hopeless and desperate!" The minute he said those words Robb punched his friend's face up.

"DON'T YOU TALK LIKE THAT TO MY SISTER! Or do you want to show the school these embarrassing pictures that I have from you." Robb said, grabbing him by the hem of Theon's shirt. Theon jerked away from him and walked out of the room shocked, but with a regretful look on his face. He gave one last guilty look at Sansa before disappearing.. Robb turned around and looked at his sister. 

"Does he do that alot?" He asked, standing next to her. 

"Only when you're not around." 

"He won't do that to you now I know this." Robb responded to her answer. 

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