The Moon and the Stars

Chapter 4

Relena sighed and lay her head back in the seat of her mother’s car, avoiding the occasional glances from her mother. When they reached her house, she quickly walked to the door of their house.

"Relena." Her mother yelled. Relena opened the door to the house and ran inside. "Relena, aren’t you going to tell me what happened at school?" She yelled running into the house. Relena ran up the stairs and slammed the door. Her mom sighed and walked up the stairs to Relena’s door, then knocked on it. "Relena."

"I don’t want to talk about it." Relena yelled to the door. Her mother sighed and whispered, "Okay." She went back down the stairs and grabbed her coat. "I’m going back to work, Call me if you wanna talk about it." She yelled, then walked out the door.

When Relena heard her mom leave she wept silently in her room.

After a while she quietly walked downstairs. She walked into the study and took out the new yellow pages from the bookcase that stood in front of the mahogany table. She walked into the kitchen and picked up the portable phone. She sat down at the kitchen table and lay the yellow pages down in front of her, with the phone right beside it. She opened the book and looked for Heero’s phone number. She found a phone number that belonged to a Sakura Yuy and dialed it.

"Hello." A monotone voice answered. Relena stuttered and didn’t say anything. "Hello." The voice repeated.

"He…Heero." Relena softly stuttered.

"Yeah." Heero said coldly. Relena twirled a piece of her golden locks with her index fingers.

"Uh." She whispered as she started to turn red. ‘What’s wrong Relena, why won’t you say something to him? Tell him how you feel about him, tell him." She thought to herself. Her face burned as the tears brimmed once again against her puffy eyes. She screamed inside, with the fear of being rejected. She pulled the phone from her ear and turned it off, then dropped it on the table. She ran upstairs with her eyes closed, tripping over some stairs and when she finally reached her door, she pushed the door fiercely open. She stood in front of her full-length mirror and wiped the tears from her eyes with both her hands. The sun shone in; spraying gold on the floor, on her bed and brightening her whole room.

She lay on her bed, quietly crying herself to sleep.

 


Yeah I know that was terrible. I'm going to write the next chapter, right now. And it will be better than this.

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