Mar 04, 2007 21:32
So we are driving down the street, and at the top of the hill we were going about 5mph. We started to go down the hill and the breaks weren't working. We started to accelerate faster and faster, by no fault of our own. We see a car at the bottom of the hill and start screamin 'Oh SHIT!" But there wasn't anything anyone could do. Mark tried to turn the car into the ditch, but nothing was working, it only slid the car sideways. Seconds later we crashed right into the truck. Everything went quiet. Then from next to me I hear cries of pain.
The guy in front of us comes out screamin, "is everyone alright?!"
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Later the cops come and inform me that if I cannot get hold of my parents they have to take me to the hospital. I frantically call every number that I know and nobody picks up.
Eventually they do, after I'm almost crying on the phone.
I had to get checked out in the ambulence though, since all of our heart rates where up, and pupils dialated, they thought we were on drugs, even though we weren't.
My leg iis killing though.
Worst friday night ever.
Then saturday wasn't much better because everybody who was in the car hurts like hell.
Like hell! I have to emphazise that.