It was the morning after Arya had gotten ridiculously drunk and slept with a stranger, her head was feeling ten times bigger and she felt as if the alcohol still hadn't left her system. She thought that the last night will be the night she loosens up a little, after a few weeks of being grounded because of her poor grades. It was Sunday now; everyone was home, Arya's sister Sansa, her elder brothers Jon and Robb, her mother Catelyn and father Ned.

She was getting dressed when she heard a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

"Hello, sister." – Jon proclaimed, slowly entering the front door of Arya's bedroom

"Hey."

"Are you okay? Last night you weren't in such a stable condition, sis. Ygritte found you hugging the toilet of Crow's landing like your life depended on it. Your friends even lost you out of sight, they told me you had been gone for at least half an hour. Were you in the bathroom the whole time?" – Jon asked, with his usual brotherly worried voice

"I...I suppose so." – Arya answered, looking at her reflection in the mirror that was in her room, and even taller than her. She remembered barely anything. Thoughts of a mysterious man, guy, man-guy swirled through her head, but soon after she swiped them away – "I had been sitting on the bathroom floor for probably..." – she turned around, counting minutes in her head – "...40 minutes before your girlfriend found me."

"I was worried sick, Arya, especially when your friends told me that they haven't seen you for a while. I found you and could barely drag you home. Good fortune I hadn't been drinking. Thank the gods that Catelyn was asleep."

"Well, I am okay, aren't I?" – Arya shrugged her shoulders – "Now, please."

"Are you forcing me to leave?" – Jon looked puzzled

"Please, Jon, I don't need a babysitter. Leave me be."

"Fine. Suit yourself." – Jon stated and slammed Arya's door shut, leaving her alone in her thoughts.

Arya sat on her double bed and pulled out her diary from the back of the bed frame. One could never guess that a person like Arya could write a diary. She opened the medium-sized red book on the first empty page. Just a few pages beforehand have been written on. Arya took her blue ball-pen and wrote the date: 23rd May.

Not knowing where to begin, she looked through the previous pages. She hadn't written anything in a few weeks now, and she had just gotten used to keeping a diary.

Arya turned the first page of her book: 15th March

"15th March
Dear diary.

I am not that used to keeping a diary, but given my sudden outbursts of anger, it's better to write something down.

I don't know what can one write in this diary, given the fact that the author will only be reading them. Oh, seven hells, I will begin with my family. My mother's name is Catelyn and my father's name is Eddard, but everyone just calls him Ned. He's few years older than my mother and before he met her, he had been in a short relationship, with a woman who got pregnant with his kid, and my father didn't know. A month or so after they had broken up, my father met my mother. It was love at first sight, as he would say it. Few months of relationship and they moved in together. Soon after moving in, my mother found out she was pregnant with Robb. It was all bliss and happiness until a strange woman came knocking on their door claiming to have been carrying Ned's son. A few DNA tests later, it had proved correctly. My mother was furious. The woman wanted nothing to do with her son, so she told Ned, either he will take the child or she will put him up in a foster home. My father could not let that happen to his own blood, so he took full care of little Jon. Catelyn agreed to raise him as his own eventually, but to this very day she can't stand the sight of him. A year after my brother Robb, my mother gave birth to Sansa. Two years after Sansa, I came to this world. And that's where it had stayed. My mother wanted more kids, but father decided not to have any, and both agreed.

So that's the story of my family. I turn 17 in ten days. Sansa is 19. Robb and Jon are both 20.

I also started hanging out with Theon Greyjoy. I hope he turns out to be a nice lad. He is a friend of Robb and Jon. They had been close friends before, as children, but sometimes when people grow, they grow apart. They had nothing against each other, though, which I liked. I am seeing him tonight.

With love,
Arya"

Arya thought she should stop reading. There wasn't much to read anyway, but she did not want to revisit some of the written scenarios. Arya forced herself to read on, knowing that this is what must be done.

"6th April

Dear diary,

I am seventeen now. Or I turned seventeen yesterday. I feel like a grown woman. My parents bought me a new mobile phone and I got a laptop from my siblings. Theon gave me a pretty necklace. I don't even wear necklaces. We are going out in two days.

With love,
Arya"

Arya's hands trembled as she continued turning the next page. As scary as it was, it was something, feeling something after so long, no matter if it's fear. Arya closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, turning the page.

"10th of April

Dear diary..."

"Arya! Get yourself down here, it's nearly 1 p.m, and you have been sleeping all day! Tidy up the living room, we are having a guest over, I suppose." – yelled Catelyn from the downstairs kitchen

"You don't have to! He's just a friend and we are going to play together!" – screamed Jon from his bedroom, which was across from Arya's.

"Arya, get down immediately! Sansa, clean your room and the hallway, it looks like pigs live there, not a pair of girls!" – Catelyn continued shouting

"Fine, mother! I am going out in a few hours!" – Sansa shouted back

"Can everyone please stop yelling?!" – proclaimed Ned, coming down to the kitchen

a few hours later -

"Mother," – said Sansa – "I am going now. I will be back before the sun sets, I hope"

"Goodbye darling."

"I am going too!" – claimed Robb

"My friend is coming over now, father. He plays the bass, I play the lead. We have the drummer and the piano player." – Jon pointed out

Arya was finishing tidying up the kitchen floor. She was looking forward to zoning out in her bedroom. She wasn't very unhappy that Cat called her down, she couldn't have kept reading anyway.

Suddenly, a sound of bell rang through the house.

"I'll get it!" – proclaimed Arya

As she opened the door, she saw him. The man-guy. Guy. Gendry, right! He was even better looking than when she met him, and he was carrying a guitar. What is he doing here, she pondered, how did he found her. Gendry looked equally as puzzled as she did, continuing the stare, hoping he had missed the house.

"Gendry!" – screamed Jon – "Nice to see you man, get in, you look like you have just seen a ghost. Go to the basement, tune in, I will follow you in a moment."

Gendry ran to the basement, not looking in Arya's direction. Arya's eyes seemed to follow Gendry's footsteps.

"What is it, sis? D'you have the hots for him?" – asked Jon

"I certainly do not!" – yelled Arya, running to her bedroom and locking herself in