Disclaimers: I do not own GW never will this so
don't sue me.
A/N: Amazing what being stuck in an RV on the way to NY will
do to your imagination. LOL Have fun Minna-san
I raced into the house letting the door slam shut behind me. Throwing my backpack on the kitchen table I went to the refrigerator to get a snack. A note was on the fridge held on by a magnet.
I took the magnet off the paper and read it:
Dear Rachel,
Nick has baseball practice so we won't be home to around five. Don't forget to do your homework. Call if anything happens, Mom.
I balled the paper and threw it at the garbage can.
It went in.
"Yes, Three points!" I cheered.
I then opened the refrigerator and began rummaging through it looking for my after school snack. Grabbing a coke and a bag of chips I raced up the stairs to my room. Weaving around the piles of dirty clothes and papers, I plopped myself down on the bed and turned on the TV. I opened the coke and took a sip as I waited for my favorite TV show, Gundam Wing, to come on.
Today was supposed to be the start of some new episodes and boy, was I glad. I had watched every episode of the series several times over and had watched Endless Waltz at least a dozen times.
The new episodes were supposed to be taking place two years after Endless Waltz.
I shifted impatiently as the Gundam Wing theme song started. "Come on all ready," I muttered.
Suddenly the TV started to break up in static. With a curse I fiddled with the buttons on the TV.
I yelped as I felt a shock run through me as I touched one of the buttons. Then I knew no more.
The shrill ringing of an alarm clock jerked me out of the blackness of sleep. I yawned as I started to wake up. With a groan I tried to pull myself out of the addictive depths of sleep. Lifting my head from the pillows I groped for the alarm clock to silence it. Finally after about five tries I hit the snooze button and the alarm clock stopped ringing.
But by now there was no way I'd be able to go back to sleep. Muttering under my breath about "evil alarm clocks" I started to get out of bed.
Then I froze. My sheets were not baby pink and *did not* have frills!
I was wearing a silk nightdress definitely not my usual night clothes of a large T-shirt and shorts.
My gaze swept around the room. There were no posters of Nsync on the walls, no computer on my desk, no TV on my dresser.
I got out of bed. The carpet under my feet was white not dark blue and it was thicker and softer than the one in my room.
Also no school papers or dirty clothes were shoved into corners.
This room was as different from my own as night and day.
It reminded me of one of those stuck up, super rich girls that were in my class's rooms.
I went to the closet and opened it. Inside hanging in neat orderly (also different from my room's own closet with all my clothes just jammed onto hangers which resulted in it being very hard to close the closet doors via much pushing and pulling and a lot of curses to close the doors). All the clothes hanging were woman's business suits, each looking to have cost closet to two thousand dollars.
Silk dresses in a rainbow of colors, pink, purple, white, red, yellow, blue, silver hung on the hangers. Each looked as if they had never been worn before.
I could not see a single T-shirt or pair of jeans in the entire closet.
"Nice variety in your wardrobe," I muttered to no one.
Under the hanging clothes were neat rows of shoes, sandals, high heels, slippers, dress shoes.
Not a single pair sneakers anywhere.
Next to the closet was a bookcase. Like everything else they were neat. Series with series or in alphabetical order or by author.
( This neatness was beginning to make my teeth ache.)
I scanned the titles quickly. The books mostly consisted of gushy romance novels the kind that would make me die laughing.
It was a far cry from the kind of books usually read, action adventures, fantasies, mysteries, sci-fis.
I spotted a photo album amidst the novels.
Pulling it out I began to flip through the picture laden pages.
The first few pictures were of Relena Peacecraft. Her with posing with the Dorlians, her blowing out candles on a birthday cake, her hanging with her lackeys.
I flipped through those pictures hoping to find some pictures without Relena in them. She was my least favorite character in the series. Whoever's room this was she was as big a Gundam Wing fan as I was.
I stopped at the last picture.
It was a picture of Heero staring into the sunset.
What struck me most were how calm and unguarded his eyes were. He looked almost...happy.
I put he photo album back into the bookcase. As I did I caught sight of a mirror. I hadn't seen it before because it was half hidden by a curtain.
Pushing back the curtain I looked into the mirror.
The reflection that stared back at me wasn't my own.
Wheat colored blond hair tied up in a braid for bedtime. Large sad sky blue eyes.
I moved my hand to make sure I wasn't just staring at another picture. The hand in the mirror moved when I moved my own hand.
I screamed with horror.
Closing my eyes I begged silently.
Please this can't be... I can't be Relena.