goodbye black car... aka "Crunch"

This morning on the way to school my neighbor rear-ended someone (well 2 people actually). Every Monday we have to have five pages of writing for honors english. Once I finally got to school I had no problem with those five pages...not my best writing by any means, but already things are becoming blurry as to what happened.

Excerpts:
"Lis is a senior. She drives a grandparents'-turned dad's-turned hers black 92 Chrysler. Lis is always joking about how someday we'll sabatoge her car s othat she'll have to get a new one."
"I usually sit in the back and let Lis' little brother have the front. After all, I am just the neighbor. But today was my day to have the front, I decided. Lis put her bag on the floor next to my feet, then I threw my backpack in front of my flip-flops. Before I left the house I had almost brought my camera, but decided to leave it at the last minute because it was a lot to hold. She started the engine, and her brother ambled out of the house soon after. He got into the back. We say that Lis' car is a three and a half door, because one door only opens sometimes. We pulled out of the driveway to pick up Will's friend."
"Nothing was on the radio. It was all crude talk shows. Desparate, Lis switched to the country station. There was actually music on (Have You Forgotten, that 9/11 song). The sun was bright so I closed one eye behind my glasses. They were dirty. I wished I had worn my contacts."
"Green light. A car switched lanes suddenly. In front of us appeared a big silver SUV turning. Lis slowed down and we kept going. The car that had switched lanes originally switched back. What a jerk. This made me think of what I would do in a car accident. My brain tends to do that, flit from thought to thought suddenly.
Screech.
Brake lights appeared on the little four-runner in front of me. Bright red, glaring a warning. I stared into them before stealing a glance at Lis. "Oh s**t." Lis slammed on her brake immediately, exhibiting either cheerleader-save-myself intuition or amazing reflexes. In that moment we all knew that the car was not going to stop in time. Goodbye black car. The car was silent. There was an amazing feeling of helplessness, something I hadn't experienced so strongly before. It was very peaceful, though it only stayed for that moment. Crash. Both eyes were open now, but my glasses were missing.
When I was in Destination Imagination in 4th grade we did a skit about seatbelt safety. i played the spirit of a perfect pink car, whose front had a light that went up and down. My friend played the spirit of anther car. The front of his car collapsed upon hitting my car in the skit. It even had a "crunch" sound.
I heard the real crunch. I saw the crunch.
My eyes jumped from the brake light to Lis and then followed the front of the car as it came towards me. From there it went to the air bag, anticipating the mysterious lifesaver to pop out at me.
It didn't."

From there I walked to school, and was on time. The car is practically dead. It was leaking stuff like a biohazard. After we got out, Will's friend remarked, "I'm gonna miss that handle."

Oh what a day. ;)