I WAS THE black sheep in the family.
Sure, I was used to Catelyn's side glances and Robb's jokes about me being a bastard. But the jokes sometimes went out of hand, and I'd find myself leaving the room before my emotions exploded.
The rooftop was always my place of solitude. I was the only one there, save for a few flock of crows that I feed sometimes.
The sun was currently going down, splashing the once bright blue sky with pinks and yellows. It was a pretty sight, and I felt at peace with how quiet and serene the view was. The fact that I was the only one to see it made it even more special. But once it ended, darkness covered me like some big, black fur coat.
"Jon!" Sansa's voice pierced the cold and quiet air. "What are you doing out there, it's dinner time and you know father won't start without you!"
"Coming!" I called back, before hopping off a small, unfinished section that cornered around the rooftop.
My feet thudded against the metal stairs and I swung inside, and I felt five pairs of eyes on me.
"Sorry for staying out too long," I mumbled, before taking a seat near Arya.
Catelyn sighed. "It's fine, Jon. Robb, will you lead the prayer?"
"Yes, mother."
After the prayer, we ate our food in silence. Well, Arya kept chatting about what her dancing instructor taught her. Sansa told her to quiet down, but she kept talking about this golden-haired boy named Jeoffrey who lives down the street.
"And you, Jon?" Father asked. "Do you have anything to chat about?"
I shrugged and continued stuffing my mouth with roasted pork. I never really had anything much to say.
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Fanfiction» In which Jon Stark meets a girl at the rooftop who seems to understand all of his problems.
