She sneezed with her eyes open.
Actually, it was just an accident. I was looked at my tachometer for a little too long. It was acting dodgy and not always reading my RPMs. Was going around a corner and I hit a tree.
That's all that happened. It's just unfortunate that I had to be driving my car when it happened.
At least I wasn't your typical teenage shit head and was texting while driving, or something like that. I usually don't even touch the radio when I'm driving.
A lot of time and work went into her and I always took good care of the car. It wasn't a 16th birthday present from my parents, or anything like that. I took a lot of pride in the thing.
Not only that, but it was a way for me to work away my worries and troubles. I've been dealing with deep depression since I was about 12. I'm 17 right now. (Most people can't tell my age by what I type. Now that you know, however, you can tell that I'm not your average teen. At least I would hope so.)
Unfortunately, all my money always went into the car and now I don't have anything saved up to get another one. My mother was a bit lazy on the insurance as well. I had liability put on it while it was in my garage and I was working on it. But when I started to drive, my mother never changed the policy as she said she would have. So, almost a total loss.