A/N: If you are reading this then you are new to my story or here to get to the newest update. I have to admit that I have a bit of a writers block on the end of this story and I have decided to edit what I have done so far to get my insperation back so I can finish this story. I fully advise that you go back and re-read the story. I have added a Bran POV to the end of this chapter that wasn't there before. And I plan on finishing the editing soon. So re-read and if you havent already reviewed then REVIEW. Okay thats it. On with the story!

Arya

Arya Stark stood in the shadows of the foyer of Stark Manor at the farewell party that her parents had thrown to say good bye to all their friends that were staying in Winterfell when they moved South. Since she didn't have any friends there was no one that she wanted to say good bye to. She was glad to be rid of the girls that called her ugly and the boys that saw her as a way to get to her more attractive sister and popular brothers. She had never had a place at the school, never had friends, she was always alone. Some days Arya was so lonely and wished she could have friends, but then she would hear the other grils and the thought vanished.

"Oh Sansa we are going to miss you so very much. I can't believe that you are going to be leaving Winterfell High." A sad voice exclaimed to her sister.

"I will miss you all so much." Sansa said her voice muffled in what Arya figured was an embrace.

"And with Bran going to the school as well this year, it would have been so much fun for us all."

Arya had been going to the same school with the same people since kindergarten. She had known most of them since pre-school or birth. She never understood how they over looked her. She was a person too, a Stark as well. She should have been seen. Here she was invisible; here she was a no body. She could not wait to be going to a new school. She wanted to leave these people so bad she was shaking with excitement.

What she did not want to do is leave her home. Winterfell was the only place that she had ever called home. The place where she had learned to walk, swim, fight and watched her brothers try to fix the junk cars that they would con their father into buying for them. It was a wild and unforgiving place just like she was. She didn't want to trade a fresh start in a school for the place she called home. She would gladly stay at Winterfell High as Arya the invisible odd child of Eddard and Catelyn Stark.

But that was not going to happen. They would be moving South to a wealthy subdivision of Los Angels knows as Kings Landing. They were three months into the school year and they would still be moving. Her father was moving most of the family so he could help out his boyhood friend Robert Baratheon's failing business venture. A new life and a new start their father called it. All Arya wanted it to be was herself. Not new and not different, just herself.

As she stood there she realized she did not know who herself was. She watched the smiling happy faces of those around her and saw their confidence. She wanted that. She wanted to feel like she belonged somewhere. Even if it was fake, like all the girls who flocked around Sansa.

"I cannot believe that your father is making you move. You are such an inspiration to all the students at the school. And that younger brother is such a sensational student. There is going to be a large void created with you two no longer with us at Winerfell High."

"I know that Bran and I are both sorry to be leaving. We have so many happy memories of that has enjoyed his time there, even if it has only been three months" Sansa replied.

Arya can hear the slightly borde tone of voice her sister had been using this entire evening. Arya knew that her sister didn't want to leave, but Arya thought that Sansa might be ready to leave these people that were always around her.

Arya sucked in her breath. She recognized the voice of Principle Luwin. She was not surprised to note that she had been completely forgotten, and that her sister had not said anything about her either. She had hoped that at least the teachers would remember her. She was a good student. Her GPA never falling below a 3.5. But she knew that compared to her older sister, with her 3.75 GPA and her super smart brother who had jumped grades and always had a perfect 4.0 she was small potatoes.

She tried to blend farther into the shadows under the grand staircase where she was hiding. She had learned a long time ago to hide from people. But she also knew how to be seen and heard when she wanted to. And now she was fed up. She was tired of being ignored. Standing there in a house full of people that she had known most of her life she decided that at the new school things were going to be different.

She was going to find friends, she was going to find herself. Nothing was going to get in her way. She wanted to be somebody, not a nobody.

Sansa

"What are we going to do without our Prom Queen? I don't know who will win now that you are leaving."

Sansa was used to getting fawned over. People following her around and doting on her. Whether it was because of her father's money and power, her beauty and popularity or because they wanted something from her she had never lacked friends. Even the teachers at school let her get away with anything she wanted. Things were going to be very different going to Kings Landing High. She wasn't going to be popular there. She was not a vain person, but in her way she was obsessed with having people like her.

Sansa was unhappy about moving. She knew that she was a shoe in for prom queen here in Winterfell High. Sansa still felt the shock of finding out that they were moving during her senior year. The night her father had told the family of his plans she had felt like some one had hit her with a truck. All her hopes for Prom Queen were dashed. She had cried and pleaded with her parents not to make her move away, but nothing had worked. This move was the worst thing that could have happened to her.

She was Student Body President, sure to be valedictorian and was the captain of the cheer leading squad. Life here was perfect. Why in gods name would she want to move to some stupid place in the South? The people there wouldn't open their arms to her like people did in the North where she had grown up. She would be the new girl, at the bottom of the food chain. There was no way for her to get to the top. Her situation was hopeless and dismal. She was depressed and hated her parents for leaving, but she had to move on from that. She was starting a new life and that was not something ti go into with a cloud hanging over your head.

The one good thing that she could count on was that her family was wealthy and well known. Her mother was a great beauty and heiress in her day and her family name still meant something. And the name Stark was all over the papers lately due to her father's venture with Robert Baratheon. They were calling him the only person who could save Robert and his bad business decisions.

So at least the name Stark would mean something. It would make her a curiosity to the people who were the important people to impress at the new school. Her good looks and her résumé from Winterfell High would get her noticed. And if she used her charm and intelligence to get into the right circle there was still a chance that she could become Prom Queen of Kings Landing. Hope was not completely lost. But hope was a long way off from right now. She stood there and hugged her friends and cried with them. Tonight was a night for sadness and farewells.

Her hope was the only comfort that she had during the Farewell Party that her family was having. Her forced smile and condolences that she received were almost enough to make her break down and cry again. Instead she held onto the hope that her dream was not dead as she said her good byes to her old live.

Bran

Bran stood off to the side of the party with a glass of punch in one hand and a book in the other. He was never seen without a book, unless he was climbing or running. He watched as his sister Arya hid in the shadows and then as Sansa and her gaggle stood in front of Aryas hiding spot to say their touching good byes. He wasn't at all surprised to note that no one said good bye to Arya and almost every student that was at the house had said farewell to Sansa.

He had a few friends and team mates come and say their good byes to him. In the short time that he had been at Winterfell High he was surprised at how popular he had become. He knew that his teachers and coaches would be sad to see him leave, but not so much his fellow students.

He had asked Robb why he was more popular in high school then he was when he had been in all the grades before and his older brothers answer had been that Bran was just riding on his elder brothers reputations. Bran knew that he was joking with him, but at the same time he couldn't help but wonder if it was true.

Bran was anxious about starting a new school like his sisters, but his reasons were for a totally different reason. He was a year younger then everyone in his class. He was fine with it at Winterfell, everyone knew him and his family. But in Kings Landing no one would know him. He didn't want to just be that weird smart kid. He was also a track and cross country runner. He had already received word that he was on the teams at the new school, but he was still anxious.

What he was most excited about was that Kings Landing had some of the most advanced high school classes of any school in the North. He might actually be challenged this year in school. Everything just came too easy for him. Arya complained that he was a know it all and always had to be right. That wasn't the case. It wasn't his fault that he had a photographic memory. Or that he wanted to know the answer to everything. It was in his nature to question and explore.

He looked up to the top of the stairs to see his parents standing there. Eddard had his arm around his wife's waist and he was whispering something in her ear. She gave him a small smile then looked over the crowd. His mother elegant and calm, his father stoic and strong. Bran knew that there was going to be the fare well speech soon. He knew that the gist of the speech, having overheard his father going over it in his study earlier this week. Thankfully it was not going to be to long. He turned and wove his way to Aryas hiding spot.

"Hey there Shadow Cat." Bran said in greeting to his sulking sister.

"You know that I don't like it when you call me that," Arya huffed, giving her younger brother a playful shove.

"I don't see why. I would take it as a compliment. That's one of the names of the X-Men. You are as silent as a cat and hide in the shadows, I think it's an adapt nickname." Bran defended himself. "Anyway I came over to tell you that mother and father are getting ready to say their farewell speech. We have to go stand with everyone at the foot of the stairs."

The two made their way to the bottom of the stairs where the rest of the Stark family was standing. Robb was there looking like the best mixture of both parents. Their two adopted brothers, Jon and Theon were on the same step as Robb. Jon was the son of their father's sister who died in child birth and Theon was the heir to the Grayjoy Corporation. His parents had both died in a freak boating accident with his older siblings. He had been at Starks manor when it happened and just never left. Their youngest brother Rickon was there with his face covered in cupcake frosting and Sansa was trying to wipe it off with no success. Once Bran and Arya reached the family their father clanked his glass for everyone's attention.

"Friends, my family and I are all very honored that you have all come to say good bye to us. The older boys will still be around as they are enrolled in the University and Robb has consented to stay here and work in the Home Office. As you all know we are making the trip South to assist my oldest friend in a new business venture to strengthen our companies and expand them into something that we will be proud to pass onto our children someday. Our four youngest children will be accompanying Catelyn and I on this journey. It is difficult for us all to be leaving the love and friendship that we have all built here." Eddard paused to look around at the assembled crowd, meeting the eyes of longtime friends. "But it is not good bye forever. We will return. We Starks belong here. We are part of this land and won't be away from it long. With that Catelyn, Sansa, Arya, Bran, Rickon and I wish you all farewell and the whole family wish you all a safe trip home." Ned and Catlin raised their glassed in a toast. Those who had glasses to rise in the audience raised theirs in a gesture of goodbye.

Arya

Her father's speech was short and to the point, yet a little sappy. Her family had just said their good byes to the 200 guests that had been in attendance. She was beyond tired and wanted nothing more then to go to sleep in her bedroom for the last time.

She has started up the stairs and was passing her father's study when his voice calling her name made her enter his office.

"Yes daddy?"

"I noticed that you didn't have any of your friends here and that you had no one to say good bye to. Didn't you invite your friends?" Ned asked, concern wrinkling his brow.

Her father was one of the smartest men that she knew, but for all that he saw and noticed he was truly blind.

"I don't really have any friends here dad. It's one of the reasons I was so keen on moving South. I am not like Sansa. I don't have a fan club to tie me down." Arya told her father truthfully.

Ned chuckled.

"Out of all my children you are the one I worry about the most. Well you and Jon. And I guess Bran as well, but not in the same extent as you two. You have to much of your aunt in you. She was head strong and didn't want to conform to what was expected of her either. I hope that you find what you are looking for in Kings Landing. Now come over here and give your old man a hug and get some sleep. It is a busy day tomorrow."

Arya walked willingly into her fathers opened arms. She truly loved her father. She was closer to him then her mother. She stayed in his embrace a moment longer then she expected. She savored the feeling of safety and love that she always associated with her father. He was so strong, so brave and so smart. In that moment no boy or man would ever be better then her dad.

"I love you daddy" Arya said into his chest, giving him one last squeeze.

'I love you too, Little Wolf. Now get to bed." Ned kissed the top of her head and pushed her to the door of the study.

Once in the hall she passed the rooms of her brothers and sister. Sansa's door was slightly opened and she heard a soft sound of muffled crying. Arya was going to stop, but decided against it. She went in search of her mother, knowing she could fix Sansa's problem.

She found Catelyn Stark in her bedroom looking at the near empty room.

"Mother I think Sansa is in her room crying. I was going to see what the matter with her was, but then I remembered I have no tact." Arya said walking into the room.

"Oh Arya what am I going to do with you? No tact indeed."

"At least I know what I have and where my short comings are." Arya shrugged.

Catelyn chuckled and walked over to her youngest daughter. She placed a kiss on her hear.

"Thank you dear. Now off to bed. We have a long day tomorrow."

Arya walked to her bedroom. It was up one more flight of stairs and the smallest bedroom in the house. But compared to normal houses it was rather large. What made it small was that there was no sitting room attached like all the rooms on the floor below. Once upon a time her room was what would have been considered the servants quarters and would have housed six to eight girls. She loved looking out of the window and seeing the trees and the land of the estate. She would miss this view. She shut the door and went over to her bed and sat down. She stripped off her shoes and leaned back in her bed. Her room was almost empty. She signed and stood. She put her pajamas on and slipped into bed ready to sleep. She closed her eyes and was out within seconds.

Sansa

Sansa stood in her barren room looking around at the familiar surroundings. She had lived in this room for as long as she could remember. After tomorrow that would change. She would be in a new room, in a new house, in a new town. In that moment it was just to much. She flung herself onto her bed and sobbed.

She heard the soft tread of her mother's footsteps crossing the room. She felt her mother sit down on the bed. Her mother started running her hand over Sansa's hair. It was very soothing, something that her mother used to do when she was upset as a child.

"What is the matter sweetheart?" Her Catelyn finally asked once Sansa's sobs had died down.

"I just don't want to leave. Why can't I stay here? I only have one more year of school left."

"You know why dear. It is not the end of the world. You will see. You might even like Kings Landing." Catelyn tried to sooth her daughter.

"You have said all this before mother. I have already agreed to give it a try. But just for tonight let me be sad. Let me be angry, let me just be. I need to be sad and mad and mourn." Sansa turned away from her mother and buried her face in her pillow.

Catelyn stood and walked to the door. She took one last look at her heartbroken daughter and softly closed the door behind her. Sansa strained her ears to make sure her mother had walked away. Once she was sure she had she broke into an uncontrolled sob.

Bran

Bran placed his microscope softly into the packing case and tapped it up. He had been reluctant to pack his most valuble things. His books were already gone as well as his large computer system. He had his tablet and his Kindle Fire HD with him, but he still felt naked with out his whole computersystem. He was not able to run any of the complicated searches he loved making. There was no way that he could be able to download anything that he wanted to see.

Hw was keeping most of his things here. All his fosials and the discoveries that he had found here on Winterfell. He had quite a collection of things from around the place. Many of them were very old. This land had been in his family since the first European people had set foot on the western coast of the United States. One of the first things he had ever reasurched was the history of his home.

There was a long and amazing history to this place. It was one of the things that Bran was going to miss most. He knew that L.A. was full of history and it was not something that was not impressive. He had read everything there was to read about it. He read about the businesses and the movie and the crime. He thought that he had a firm grasp of the place he was going to move to. He hated going to a place and not knowing anything about it. He had just finished a book about the political history of that part of the country and he was ready to finish packing.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." Bran called.

Theon and Robb walked in the room.

"Fuck it looks so naked with out all of your books." Theon said as he flopped down on the bed.

"Yeah. It is a little weird to go to sleep in this room now. It echos." Bran laughed to prove his point. His voice bounced off the walls. The three boys smiled at each other.

"Bran we wanted to ask you for some advice." Robb said.

"What do you want to know?" Bran sat on a chair and looked at his older brothers.

"We need to know about the Roman Empire. You see we have to compare the current business empires to the Roman times and all I know about Rome is from the movie Gladiator." Theon said.

"Um, I don't know if you can use that. Let me do some reading and I think I can help you. When do you need this info?"

"The end of next week." Robb says standing and stretching his back.

"I can do with that." Bran said. He smiled at his brothers and they walked out and they all said goodnight. Bran was finished packing, everything else was staying here. He turned off his lights and got into his bed for one last nights sleep in the room that had been his since he was a baby.