Vocab story

The car came to an abrupt stop. Next thing I knew my mothers 6 inched lifted Tahoe was upside down the feeling was so dissimilar id never even been in a fender bender before. There was a woman screaming in a clamorous way. I wish she would stop my head was throbbing, I could feel all my blood rush to my head. I quickly realized I need to get out of the car. as I hit the ceiling with my head I made vociferous cry because it hurt more than it should have. as I got up I saw a myriad of cars that look if not worse just as bad as mine. it was succinct thought when I told myself this crash wasn't my fault. I wittingly didn't drink at the party I was coming from because I knew I and had to drive. A clearly pious women to my right was on the ground bent over praying speaking out load as she did. The freeway was dark but light enough to where drivers still saw us. I found the scoundrels car who I saw in my rear view mirror  before he hit me. his car was sideways, he crawled out his front window that had been abridged. My own life suddenly felt inconsequental, valueless, as I looked at the crowd of people who were badly hurt. When the ambulances finally arrived I helped get people out of cars and into the ambulance. You would be so proud of me mom I didn't drink a thing at the party and now I was helping save lives. just as I was thinking of how happy you would be a drunk driver was going to fast through the detour around the carnage of cars and killed me instantly