Critique This, Please?

I am conflicted on this. Any opinions/suggestions/tips are greatly appreciated!
Whoever says dying doesn’t hurt is either lying through their teeth or has never been hit by a car before. All my life I’d been told “oh, it’s quick and painless and you’ll be in a better place.” So obviously I was expecting a nice peaceful death at the ripe ol’ age of 80 or so. I never expected my life to end so violently, bloody, and young. At least I made the front page of the paper. That was some consolation. It was a good article that made me seem way nicer and wholesome than I really was. They listed a whole bunch of activites I was barely involved in and got quotes from people who hated me when I was alive but now that I was dead they were “really gonna miss Sarah. I mean, she was so sweet.” I wasn’t crazy about the picture they used either. My mom had given them a crappy school picture from last year. It was taken when I still had braces and hadn’t discovered the magic of leave-in conditioner and contacts.
My mom took my death especially hard since we had a fight right before I ran out and got hit by a Rolls Royce. It was about the typical teenage stuff. I had a C in geometry. There’s something you have to understand about my household to fully take in this fact. We Michelsons simply do not make C’s. We do not make B’s (not even those of the high persuasion). We make A’s. Straight rows of them. And as a member of the Michelson family, I was expected to uphold this unspoken code. But to put it simply: I am no scholar. I do decent in chemistry and speech, totally fabulous in English and world history, and horrible in any form of math. Especially geometry. Neither my mom nor my dad could understand this. “It’s shapes, Sarah! Geometry is just shapes!” my dad was fond of sighing in exasperation. They’re the hardest shapes I’ve ever seen. My mind doesn’t work that way; all analytical and whatnot. Which is exactly why I made a C.