Feedback would be awesome as I am unsure whether to continue or not also someone who would be willing to help with punctuation I would love the help to punctuate this story as I am absolutely terrible how I passed my English exam is beyond me.
"I'm not coming home dad" Beca sighed into the phone in frustration. "why!?" "Because I don't want to watch you make heart eyes with the step-monster while lecturing me on my choice of careers despite the fact that I am successful and happy something every father should want for their child!"
"I don't care if it's not a career you can tell your friends I have!" opening her car door "It's my life and my choice!" Beca then hung up and threw her phone into the passenger seat she then climbed in and started her Chevrolet Camaro smirking to herself when it purred to life. Her car had been her first big thing she had ever bought by herself and she was proud of it, affectionately calling it bumble bee like the transformer which just made it even more bad-ass in her opinion.
It wasn't until she pulled out onto the road that the conversation with her father really hit her. Why couldn't her just accept her and her choices instead of trying to dictate everything she does. Beca hadn't realised the argument had affected her that much until a tear dripped down her face "oh my god" Beca said wiping at the tear hastily frustrated that this still got to her so much but once she had wiped one tear the rest of them followed.
As preoccupied as she was wiping at her tears to clear her vision she didn't see the lorry on the other side of the road careening out of control and heading straight for her. The last thing Beca saw was the bright lights of the lorry's head lamps before everything went dark.