Just like you.(BXB)

Chapter 1 Bright Future, Dark Past

Hey guys, this is my new story, Just Like You, it is a boyxboy, just a warning ahead of time. I got board with my other stories so I wrote this one. Hope you like it. (Picture of Alexander)
-Angel

I sighed as we drove past a sign that read WELCOME TO OREGON. I didn't want to move here I want to stay in california, I want to stay on the warm sunny beaches, NOT in some dreary town I have never heard of up until a week ago. Dad is expanding his business and so now we're moving to a little town called sandy. Ha! what a joke, less than half the beach I lived next to has more sand than that town ever had or ever will have.

"You're rambling again Alexander," my dad said, glancing over at me from the drivers seat of the tiny uhaul we rented. "I know you didn't want to move but if I wanted to expand the business then it had to be done and I know you will miss your friends b-"

"I didn't have any friends anyway," I snapped rudely at my father. I didn't even realize I was really saying that other stuff out loud.

"Well you were. You think out loud just like your mother did." I was looking at him as he spoke, when he mentioned mom, his facial expression changer from normal to pure sadness and despair. His eyes glistened with unshed tears threatening to spill over. Talking about mom was a hard subject for dad. After she was killed he had been a wreck for about three years. When I found out, I was 8years old and in second grade.
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I heard yelling in the hall and turned to look at the door along with everyone else in the room. The teacher, Mrs. Powers, got up and started for the door before stopping then turning back around and telling the class to stay put. She walked the rest of the way to the door only to have it thrown open by my father with his face tear stained. He was scanning the room, I'm guessing for me.

"Daddy?!" His head snapped over to look at me. More tears streamed down his face as he ran over, scooping me up into his arms.

"Mr. Star what are you doing here? What's going?" Mrs. Powers asked, but got no responce. My father was hugging me tightly and crying. I tried asking what was wrong, but before I could two policemen walked in and started to talk to my teacher.

Mrs. Powers gasped covering her mouth with her hand and looked over at my father and I. Dad was crying and I was just standing there, not understanding what was happening, with a confused look on my face. Mrs. Powers started crying also and all the other children looked just as confused as me.

"Daddy, whats going on?" I asked and looked to see if my mom was there too. "where's mommy?" My dad just cried harder at the mention of her.

Mrs. Powers has finished talking to two policemen and was now walking toward my father and I. She placed a hand on my dad's shoulder, and said, "Tyler, I'm so sorry for your loss. I know you loved her and I know how hard this is going to be. She. was. my. best. friend." Mrs. Powers was sobbing now and so was my dad. I wondered who they were talking about.

"No Liz, you don't know. You don't feel as horrible as I do right now. She was my wife, Alexander's mother, now she's gone and there's nothing I can do to being her back." My father started to Raise his voice and I started to cry. My mother was gone, she's dead and not coming back.

The other children had been sent to another room long ago, it was just Mrs. Powers, my father, the two policemen standing by the door, and me. The police stood by the door while the three of us, my teacher, my father, and me, huddled together and cried. Eventually my dad and I were escorted home.

As soon as my dad opened the door I ran to the kitchen, knowing I wouldn't find my mother in there baking like usual but I still hoped that when I ran in my mom would scoop me into her arms, laugh, and ask me how my day was, just like she did every day I came home from school.

I sat in the corner of the kitchen and brought my knees to my chest thinking this had to be some sick joke my parents were playing on me, but no, it was all too real. I sat there for what seemed like hours
until I got up off the floor and made my way to my
bedroom, I had cried enough today, all I wanted to do was sleep. As soon as my head hit the pillow I way out like a light.
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I later found out that my mother was murdered and that they never found who did it. All they knew was that it wasn't someone who knew her or us, it was just some jerk who had a fetish for killing people.