Roots from the trees go deep within the soil of the earth.
Roots within us grow deep within our soul, linking us to our family, our hopes, our dreams.. Our roots lead us to our start.. they lead us to our heart.
Sterling King is a girl with deep roo...
I'm trying to let go. I think it could help, being Alone.
STERLING'S POV:
*play To The Mountains by Lizzy McAlpine.*
Well hello, sun... I open my eyes fully and look at the curtains, partly open from the soft fan blowing in my room. Today is the first day of summer... The first day of my summer, not for everyone else though. Perks of working at my own pace online.
Part of me kind of just wants to roll back over and close my eyes again, but the other part of me knows exactly what I need to do today. I've had it set in my mind, so I know I won't be able to go back to sleep until I go tackle it head on. I sit up on my bed, and let my feet swing over the edge with a sigh. I look down to my bedside table, and see the picture. The happy picture of me, my dad, and Lee. I reach forward, and let my fingertips graze the picture. That was on his 7th birthday. That was a good day.
"It's all for you buddy." I speak to the picture, but more to myself as I get out of bed and move straight into my bathroom. I brush my teeth, my hair, then go towards the closet. Shorts and a tank top, the only way to have a successful work day right? I walk out of my room, and hop down the stairs, grabbing one of the baseball caps sitting on the side table. I place it on my head, tucking my hair underneath it, and I walk straight into the kitchen.
"Hey Jason." I speak out, walking to the fridge.
"Sterling Corrin King if you call me by my first name one more time," My dad speaks out, looking up from his laptop, and over his shoulder towards me.
"Sorry.. Good morning father, would you like a cup of tea to go with your breakfast?" I ask in a proper british accent, really hamming it up for him. He rolls his eyes, and I pull out frozen Kellogg's pancakes, getting started on a breakfast of champions. As I do I see a black streak move through the room, and I instantly crouch down.
"Jon! Hey buddy!" I smile, and see the black lab come straight to me so I can hold his face and scratch under his chin. "Who's a good Jon? Who's the best ruler of the nights' watch?" I ask in my baby voice, petting the pretty dog.
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"What in the world are you saying?" My dad asks, and I stand up, turning my head to him.
"Jon Snow? Game Of Thrones? Ruler of the night's... Dad, we've been over this.. If you'd watch the show then you'd be in the know." I divert my eyes and shrug my shoulders, but laugh, knowing I've told him a thousand times why I named the dog Jon.
"You're in a good mood this morning." He speaks out, looking straight back to his computer, probably for work. He likes to drown himself in work, mostly for distraction, but also because he feels like he has to go above and beyond since he's the only parent.
