“Oh gods, sign my book! Sign it!” Myrcy waved her hardback prize in the air like a trophy. “Those girls are going in ahead of us! Push them! Slap those bitches! We were here first!” Marg shoved them towards the door. “I can’t even,” Sansa whispered as if it were a revelation. Did that happen? Did that just happen! Help.” Myrcy was knocking on fan-death’s door again. There was something about their group that must have caught her attention on the way into the bookstore, possibly their matching t-shirts with her book cover on them, and as she paused to let the clerk open the door for her, she glanced back and smiled just a tiny bit. “That’s like two steps for her!”Īn extraordinarily tall woman with a blonde bob strode past the three hyperventilating teenagers. Myrcy squealed as they all started talking at once.
I can't even.” Sansa started jumping again.
“Shut up! I used to think she was just sort of tall and maybe kinda freckly, but duh. “What? How could you?” Myrcy was incensed. “You know, I used to think she wasn’t all that-” “Whoever says she’s ugly is a hater and a troll with eyes made of butt.” “Yeah, but she’s tall like goddess tall, and I’m tall like stringbean tall.” Besides, you’re tall.” Myrcy pointed out. “There’s more to her than being tall, Sansa. “She’s so tall…gah.” Sansa leaned against Myrcy for support. “Sansa, don’t explode and get blood on her!” Marg demanded. “There she is! She’s there! Oh gods, she’s like a majestic unicorn of wonder! I think my heart might be exploding.” This might make me dead.” Myrcy resigned herself to death by fangirling. “We deserve this more than anybody has ever deserved anything! Shut up, just shut up. “I don’t even know! How is this happening to us! We don’t even deserve this!” Sansa Stark whimpered. What is breathing? Help me breathe!” Myrcella Baratheon gasped in air.