" Well, some of you that are on my facebook and instagram have already heard but.. here's what happened.

Friday evening I spent 4 hours washing, clay baring, waxing and detailing my car for a show I was to be attending Saturday, where my car was supposed to be in the show.

Saturday at 2am, my mother comes in my room yelling my name telling me to wake up. She sat on my bed and hugged me, holding me she said "I'm so sorry for what I'm about to tell you...." at that point my heart dropped. I thought either someone died, or someone had hit my car. My mother then went on to tell me that a drunk driver had hit my car and totaled it, and that he got out and ran away on foot.

I. Lost. It.

I barely made it up my stairs to see the damage, the police needed my registration and insurance out of my car, so i thought I would be fine to get it out of my car. I opened the front door and the guys truck was in my front lawn. I dropped to my knees and screamed where is my car!?.. my mom picked me up and carried me outside, and that's when I saw my car... mangled... in my neighbors front yard. "