Lipgloss, that is all I need, and maybe a dash of eyeshadow. I picked up my Coach purse and went to the door. Before I could leave, I had to look in the mirror. I was wearing a short jean skirt, and my favorite Abercrombie top. My shoes were the cutest, most expensive shoes in any store here in Malibu. My earrings screamed that I was a princess, or at least as rich as one. “Paige, where are you going?” my mom asked me. Where did she think I would be going? “Out.” I replied. “You should probably walk, Paige.” My mother scolded me. Walk? In these shoes? Get real. “Actually, I am taking the mustang. You mind?” I didn’t actually care whether she did or not. I grabbed the keys and hit the road. My music was blasting super loud. This didn’t bother me one bit. I was driving about 10 miles over the speed limit, but that was it. I swerved around cars here and there. I barely stopped at a red light. When suddenly. OH MY GOSH ! Crash! The next thing I knew, the hospital was my destination.