Forgot to say this in my first chapter. I DO NOT OWN VAMPIRE ACADEMY! Thank you. :)
Chapter 2
All these years later
RPOV
"Alex! Get the last of your stuff! The moving van is waiting!" I shouted up the stairs to my now 6 year old son. We were moving to a small town in Connecticut to get away from all of the bad memories the court had within its wards.
Everyone had assumed, after 1 year with zero contact from those on the mission, they had all been killed. That was only one year after I had given birth to my wonderful son. I was hoping every day up until that point that Dimitri would return and see his son for the first time. I hated the fact that he never knew about Alex. And now he never will.
Moving to a new town was the only sane escape. It had all been arranged. I would resign from being Lissas' gaurdian. She was upset at first, but slowly understood that I needed to do this. I had to get past this grief.
I was pulled out of my depressing thoughts by my son bounding down the steps, book bag slung over his shoulder and a small box in his hands. "This is the last of it Momma."
"Okay honey," I said as I grabbed the final boxes from the living room. "go ahead and put those in the back of the moving van. I'll be right out."
"OK Momma." He said, walking out the door. I took one last look around the rooms, checking for any missed items and also reliving so many memories. Memories that should have included Dimitri. Satisfied that everything was packed and ready to move, I walked to the door. I turned, glancing at the place I've called home since 3 months before Alex was born. It was time to move on. Without Dimitri.
A few hours later
Pulling up to the new house in Newtown Connecticut, I began to have hope for a better life, hoping to forget the pain of losing Dimitri. The movers worked quickly and within 2 hours, all of our furniture and boxes were inside the house. Alex had already picked out his room and was already unpacking his boxes. Without being told. He definitely had his fathers personality.
I decided to get to work on unpacking myself, hoping to have it all unpacked by the end of the weekend. That way, while Alex started his first day of school at Sandy Hook Elementary, I could go get everything done for Christmas. As I was unpacking, I came across the packet for his first day at the new school. I decide it wouldn't hurt to check over everything. The first paper in the folder was the bus schedule. The bus arrived shortly before 7:30 and he would arrive at the school just before 8am. The next paper was his class schedule. That would need to go into his book bag. The last two papers were a form that I had already signed-again that went into his book bag-and a list of school materials he would need. I had already gotten everything, knowing he would start on December 10th. He was excited to make new friends, being able to disguise himself and be someone new. And, honestly, I was hoping to do the same, hoping to get over Dimitri.
December 10th
"Bye Momma!" Alex shouted bounding down the steps and getting ready to head out the door.
"Hold on there mister. Where's my good-bye hugs and kisses?" I said, hands on hips and mock hurt on my face. Alex made a face but then smiled and gave me a hug and kiss on the check.
"Have a good first day of school honey. I love you."
"Love you to Momma." He said, running out the door. I smiled as he left. Things were already starting to get better. This is what we needed. A fresh start.
I decided to write this story in honor of those lost on December 14th. I thought it would be a good way to kind of experience what those parents went though on that fateful day. I do not mean to offend anyone if I do. When I write, I become one with the story and can feel the characters emotions almost as if they're my own. It's the same way when I read. R.I.P to those 27 innocent lives lost.