After months, even years of waiting, you finally acquire your driver's license. Your parents give you a grin of approval, and hand you the keys. Your moment has finally come, and your adrenaline is pumping. You flock over to your parent's black SUV and start the car. You quickly drive off to go celebrate your success. Where you went? You went driving around the city, eventually making it to the country-side. You come across a steep road. There were barely any guardrails there for protection, and if there were, they were crippled and torn by those who were unfortunate enough to carelessly fall to their demise. You took caution, knowing you knew better than to do anything reckless. You slowly made your way around a corner, when suddenly a deer rushes onto the road out from a nearby bush. You, being the startled human that you were, began to swerve the car, making sure the deer was unharmed. After passing by it, the car began to spin out of control. The perfectly polished car was now covered in what seemed like millions of scratches. Your seat-belt pressed tightly against your chest as you flew off the side of the road, straight off a steep cliff. Tears were streaming down your face, and you took one last breath as your car smashed to pieces, and so did you.
LittleGumball died of blood-forced trauma.