How Unfortunate

I stepped outside feeling fab as fuck because i was officially 19. I stepped into the brisk morning air and sashéd to my very expensive Porsche. I got in, sat down on the white leather seats and turned the radio all the way up because my white girl jam was on. I put the car in reverse, screeching the lyrics of the song. Who knows how many times I'd been told I could pursue a career in the music industry. As I turned off my street onto the busy main road a car t-boned me. My car did a series of flips before landing in a ditch. Then I died.