One to many chances

The Beggining

"There, that's the last box.." I whispered to myself as I put the last box of my things in the trunk with the rest of our junk.
"Dad, can you explain to me again why we're moving?"
"It's to get a new start honey! After what happened with your mom and brother, I think we could use one!" He replied snapping at me like I did something wrong. I get it though.
He's stressed. I mean I would be too! He has to move jobs again, as if he hasn't already like twice in the last two years.
We mover around a lot, if you couldn't tell by now. This is the second time just this year. Now we're moving from Arizona to Tennessee, which is the farthest we've moved by far. It doesn't really effect me though. Usually kids get sad to move because they lost ties with friends or whatever, but I don't have friends, so that's no ties to get hurt over. I don't want to make friends.. I've been through enough pain and I know that they'd leave. Everyone leaves. So, at least in Tennessee the people will know nothing about me or my past. I could make up a whole new past! Yea I think that's what I'll do!
The whole ride to Tennessee I was writing in my notebook different backstories I could tell people. I just didn't want them to find out anything about the real me. Maybe if I make up a whole know identity, people would like me? It's worth a try!
"Chrissy, what are you doing?" My dad ask.
"I'm writing a story dad, it takes concentration, just like driving so shhh" I tell him.
Then he turns around and starts driving again. I'm not very close to my dad. He works all the time, and since he's a single parent he has to. I'm not really close to anyone anymore. Again, I'm afraid of getting hurt.