my car!!!!

I have a silver hachback Honda civic. It is a crappy car. I got the car on my sixthteen birth day. I was giong over to my dads house to visit him for my birth day. There was this car in the drive way. I was like who is here. Then when I walked in the house dad gave me the keys and ytold me that this was my vehical. I was like yay I can actually drive some where, but at the same time I thought, "why on earth did my dad get a crappy car." It was ok because I had transpertion now. Well over the few years my car has been slowly tearing apart. My change box broke, the paint is chiping off, all my tires had to be replace after the first year I got. I forgot my back windsheild wipper was broken when I first got it, but I got my step dad to fix it. Now it is having trouble again. The thingy on the windshield wiper is coming off and its hard to use when it is raining. I do not really have a name for my car. My brothers is barbera. I think that is a weird name. I came up with one middle of last year. I call it b*#ch. I think it is hilarous. When people ask what her name is I be like oh it is b*#ch. They will be like really. I say yeah. The reason I call my car that is that she is a piece a crappy and is going to brake down on me one day. When that day happens I am so going to get me a new car. It will be a civic, because those cars last a long time. Mom will probable give me her car while she gets a new one. That would be fine with me. Atleast her car can hole drinks in her cup holder and is not different sizes.