All I remember is flipping, over and over and over again. And then of course being stopped by two exceptionally large pine trees that crushed the side of the car in. it’s a miracle that all I did was crush half of my collar bone and twist my knee. After that it’s a blur and I only have brief memories of flashing lights and sirens, people screaming and laying on a cold operating table. Now that I am reasonably healed up, meaning I can limp around and my arm is just in a sling, my parents have decided its best to send me to Nevada to live with my brother since I’m “out of control” and “making bad choices”.
