a/n: Modern (really this time) AU. Includes North Winter High School, but no Winterfell Manor, just an average Stark family. I'm rating this M just to be safe because of later chapters.

The ages for the characters are as listed:
Robb - 19
Jon - 19
Sansa - 17
Arya - 15
Bran - 13
Rickon - 10
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Fic Summary: When Arya gets in trouble—again—her parents send her to a private all girls school to try and straighten her out, it turns out things don't go quite as planned.

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North Winter High School;
A Change of Pace:

Chapter 1: —
De Facto Punishment:

"Catelyn, please." Arya could hear her father's voice, quiet through the closed door from where she waited in the hall outside his study.

"No, Ned!" her mother yelled. "This has to stop. I've tried, Gods know I've tried, but this was the last straw!"

Arya winced. Her mother's voice was high, higher than she'd ever heard before, more angry. All Arya wanted to do was run away, but she stayed her ground.

"What would you have me do?" Ned questioned. "You know what she's like,"

"It doesn't matter. You're too soft on her, and she runs around like an untamed beast."

"She's a teenager, not an animal."

"You could have fooled me."

"She has a strong personality, you know that she can't function without some headway. Lyanna was the same way,"

"Yes, Lyanna was the same way. She didn't listen to the rules, she did whatever she liked, no matter what it did to anyone else as a result. And now she's dead because of it. Is that how you want our daughter to end up?"

Arya glared at the floor. She was always being compared to an Aunt she never even knew. Though she always liked the way her father's voice softened in timber when he remembered his sister, and the way that she reminded him of her, the way her mother spoke of her dead aunt, like it was her fault that she was this way.

"You know that Lyanna's death had nothing to do with boys, she died on duty, trying to save a woman from a fire."

"She died because she was addicted to the rush, the danger of the job."

"Arya is a teenage girl, she's going to rebel. And as much as I hate to admit it, sneaking boys into her room is going to be apart of that."

"If I hadn't walked in when I did, Ned, our baby would no longer have been a virgin!"

"What do you suggest?" Ned's voice finally rose, and this time Arya winced, her dad never rose his voice unless his was really angry. "Locking her in her room for the rest of her life, away from the world, to never have known love and sadness and happiness, until we grow old and die?"

"Don't be ridiculous." Catelyn murmured. "But something needs to be done. She was drunk, and I know she was smoking. She was naked with a boy in her room. She's out of control."

To be honest, the alcohol had been flushed from her system when her mother had barged into her room without knocking, and she was found with a boy's hands on her boobs. Her mother had screamed at the sight, which scent her father, and her little brother Bran running. Arya had shoved the boy off and quickly covered herself with a pillow, the boy scrambling for his discarded pants. Arya hadn't been surprised at the anger in her father's usually gentle and understanding eyes, but the fact that the boy left the house alive was. And as embarrassing as it was for her father and mother to catch her almost naked, but Bran too? Ugh, she was going to be a laughing stock at school, she just knew it!

And now here she was, waiting outside her father's study as her parents argued about her as if she couldn't hear them, as if the whole house couldn't hear them. She was just glad that Robb and Jon were off at college, otherwise the cops would be here for a homicide.

As her parents continued on at a more controlled volume, she caught sight of her brother from down the hall, looking at her.

Arya groaned. "What do you want?" she asked, tucking a long lock of brown hair behind her ear.

Bran walked closer, stopping a few feet from her. He glanced at the door were he could hear their parents before looking back at her. "Did you have sex?" he asked her boldly.

"What?" Arya was shocked by the question, she stood up from the wall and faced him. "What did you just say?"

"Sansa said that having sex with more than one boy makes you slut." He said.

Anger flashed in Arya's grey eyes, and they narrowed. "Sansa should mind her own damn business, thinking she's better than everyone." She hissed. "And you're stupider than you look, having the guts to say that to my face. So get out of it if you want to live to your fourteenth birthday and kiss a girl of your own, shrimp!" She raised her clenched fist and glared down at him. "Now get the hell out of here!"

Bran flinched and backed up a few steps, they both knew that she'd hit him, and they both knew that even if he fought back, she'd still win. At one time, when she was twelve and he was ten, they were the same height, but now she was finally taller than him, and she could tower over him, even if it was only half a dozen inches.

He started to back away from her, and when he was half-way down the hall, he seemed to regain his earlier courage. "You're still a slut!"

"Why you—!" She growled, taking a couple steps towards him. As he turned and fled, she called after him, seething, "You better pray before you go to bed, you little bastard, that you wake up in the morning, because I'll kill you in your sleep!"

"Arya, what are you doing?!" her mother demanded, stepping out into the hall, her expression stern. "Get in here this minute!"

Arya made no reply, but silently glared at her mother's heels, as the girl followed her inside the office. Her father was sitting behind his desk, a reserved expression on his aged, but still handsome, face. She stopped in front of it, her mother next to her.

"Arya, look at me." Ned commanded.

Arya swallowed and lifted her grey gaze to meet her father's. She'd been too busy cursing out her brother to hear the end of their conversation, to be prepared for what her punishment might be. She'd gotten things from no cell phone, to being forced to clean and sort through her mother's entire sewing room. She wondered what it was going to be this time.

"You behaviour was unacceptable tonight. Drinking, smoking, having a boy in your room... almost having sex." His voiced was strained as he said that last bit, and Arya winced at the reminder. "You're fifteen years old, your a child, you shouldn't be doing such things. I'm disappointed in you, Arya."

Arya dropped her gaze. Her mother's anger wasn't new to her, and no longer affected her moods. But seeing her father disappointed in her like this, the expression on his face was unbearable.

"I'm sorry, daddy!" Arya cried, tears in her eyes, and she meant it. "Please don't be angry with me!" she begged. "I didn't mean for it to happen, I truly didn't. You have to know that, daddy!"

"Arya..." Ned sighed softly as he looked at her.

"No, Ned." Catelyn said softly. "Why can't you be more like your sister?"

The tears instantly dried in her eyes at the mention of her sister and she glared at her mother. "Sansa's stupid, and boring, and a goody-two shoes. When she talks I want to puke. I'd rather die than be anything like her!" Arya shouted.

"Enough!" her mother yelled, and Arya bit her tongue to keep from speaking further. "You're disrespectful, both to me and your father. You don't listen to your teachers at school, and that's when your not skipping. You come home past your curfew, drunk. And I know you sneak cigarettes, Arya, I can smell it on you clothes when I do laundry. You think you're better than the rules, but you're not! And sex, Arya?! You're just a child, for Gods sake!"

"I didn't have sex!" Arya started, and it was the truth, though she rebelled against her mother by drinking and smoking, and coming home past curfew, she knew that having sex was crossing the line, and she wasn't prepared to do that—all those other things were just tip-toeing the line.

"This has to stop, and clearly we are unable to issue the discipline needed to set you straight." She silenced her. Arya looked up at her mother with wide eyes, afraid of what she was going to say next. "You're father and I have decided that we're going to send you to boarding school."

Arya's jaw dropped. "What! You're what?" she exclaimed.

Her mother's expression didn't change from the severe one that always seemed to be in place when Arya was in her presence, and right now was no exception. "It's the best place for you, strict on discipline and structure."

"You can't do this to me!"

"We can and I will."

"Daddy, please don't send me away!" Arya ran around her father's desk and grabbed his arms desperately. "Please! I'll do better, I swear! I won't cause any more trouble, I'll be a good girl. I promise!" She cried, tears tracking down her cheeks, running black from her eyeliner.

"Sweetie," her father whispered, his expression almost as crumpled as hers, but firm as he thumbed away the tears from her cheeks. "That's just not who you are. You need more structure, you need to learn to follow the rules. This needs to be done."

"Daddy!" She sobbed, burying her face into his shoulder as she fell into his lap. "Daddy!"

Ned held his youngest daughter in his lap like she wasn't fifteen, but a ten-year-old again. His wrapped his arms around her small body, rubbing soothing circles on her back, murmuring quietly as he let her cry. He felt tears prick in his own eyes as he looked over at his wife, who, though her expression was tight, he could see the sadness spark in her eyes at the thought of sending their child away. But he knew that it had to be done, that this was the best thing for his little girl, and he would hold firm, but he wouldn't be cold about it. He could feel her body stop shaking with the power of her sobs, but could still feel the slight shudders that went through her body.

"Sweetheart," he gently pushed her away from his chest, and lifted her chin so that she was looking in his eyes. Her usually fierce gaze was red from crying. "I know that you're upset, but going to this school with be better for all of us—especially you."

Arya sniffed, and slowly climbed from her father's lap. She straightened her narrow shoulders, and lifted her chin. "You're sending me away," she said coldly. "I'll never forgive you."

Ned felt his heart break at her words, it was like being stabbed in the heart with a hot knife. She was upset, he told himself. She's just venting her anger.

"You will finish the rest of the week at North Winter High, while I call the administrator for North Snow Private High School for Girls, and transfer all your records." Her mother said.

Arya walked back to the front of her father's desk, and looked up at her mother. "I hate you. I'm never speaking to you again,"

Catelyn narrowed her eyes, her arms crossed over her chest. She wasn't going to show how much those words hurt her. "Feel however you like. It doesn't change anything. You are still going to that school."

Arya said nothing further as she walked from them and out of her father's office. As soon as the door closed behind her, she felt the tears break loose once more. And she ran away before they could hear her sobs. She ran passed her own room, locking herself in her older brothers' room. Though Robb and Jon had left for college the summer after they graduated high school, their shared room was still the exact same as they had left it. She wished they were here now, so they could hold her in their arms like big brothers were supposed to as she cried. But they were far away. So she crawled into Jon's bed instead, the sheets still held his sent from the last time her brothers had come home over the long weekend, and it was almost like he was there hugging her.

She cried and cried until she fell into an exhausted sleep.

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