Out Running Demons of the Past

I open my eyes... I'm awake, but I'm a million miles away. I must be dreaming, at least i wish it were a dream. Unfortunately, it's not a dream at all, but a nightmare. *** I'm your average teen; I get moderate grades, I have family problems... and who doesn't anyway. Most of all, I'm not a people pleaser, so to damn bad if you don't like me too damn bad. My name is Levi, I'm 5'0", maroon dyed hair, cloudy grey eyes ( and no I'm not blind, its just the color), and an hour glass figure that I've worked to obtain and maintain for since i was 13 when puberty hit. And let me tell you this, puberty hit me like a steam roller and not in the good way, so I'm proud of my figure and the hard work it too me to get it. Back on track though. I start at my new high school in two days, but for now I'm in a moving truck on the longest trip I've ever been on in my 16 years. It's just me and my dad; we are moving across the country. To put it as my dad would say to "start over". "Start over", I don't know why he thinks we need to start over, I'm the one who has to live with that horrendous night, not him. He seems to think that a different scenery might help, I guess.  I'm leaving Maine to go all the way to Montana.