In the beginning I had a perfect life. At only seventeen I was captain of the cheerleading squad. I had the perfect boyfriend, perfect house, perfect dog, and the best friends I could find. Life was good, and getting better as I was told I might even be able to get a scholarship to a prestigious college. I had everything thing I could ever ask for.
I remember vividly the drive home from school on Tuesday January 18th. The road was very slippery, and I was a nervous driver. I was new to driving, and was not used to driving in heavy snow. I got in a car wreck.
