That time I killed Michael Clifford

Michaela Anderson was in a hurry; driving her car a little too fast. Okay, maybe a lot too fast but she had somewhere to be and that really isn't the point. Some dumbass pulled out right in front of her and was just asking to get hit. She really isn't responsible for the horrific accident that ensued. And the seven people who died? It was just their time.

Michaela is living (or, more accurately, dying) with the guilt of killing herself and six other people. One of whom happened to have filled many of her teenage years before his band fell apart and he disappeared from her life. Now, trapped in a weird death plane with nothing but the company of her victims and a mentally confused goat-man she realises that stupid teen crushes never really leave. And that Michael really, really hates her guts.