Alright, so I've sorta been playing around with this idea for a while so constructive criticism is appreciated. Hope you enjoy

She flew down the empty interstate as fast as she could on that old motorcycle as midnight stars twinkled in sky above. She was running away, just trying to forget what had happened that day. What state she was in, or how long she’d been driving she didn’t know anymore. It all happened so fast. The phone call, the yelling, the anger, and then everything went blurry and next thing she knew her father was lying died on the floor. What did I do? She asked herself...