Scott was going sixty miles per hour down a one lane road with a posted speed limit of twenty five. His music so loud that it drowned out the noises of everyting outside that old toyota corrola that his mother gave to him. Paying no attention to the road ahead of  him he picked up his IPhone 7s, for he was going to change the song he would jam out to the rest of the way home. Peering down at the phone, then back at the road again, he swerved out of control. The car then tumbled down the hill, rolling on and on and on for what felt like an eternity to him. The large hunk of what had become scrap metal rested against a large oak tree, stopping the tumbling ball of steel from going any further. 

Horrified, Scott frantically tried to escape before the vehicle became a large inferno. Kicking the passenger side door that rested above him, he made no progress. Scott realized that there was no escaping his fate, therefore deciding to give up. 

About ten minutes later first responders showed up to aid Scott. Scott rolled around, almost lifeless in the car as it was lifted over the hill by a large crane, and placed on its wheels. 

The force of the fall made Scott roll out of the drivers side door and onto the pavement. The first responders lifted him onto the gerney and tried to wake him up on the way to the Emergency Room. They managed to wake him up, long  enough to ask him what had happened.

With the last little bit of breath left in Scott, he muttered “this is it”.