Jesus. My little brother and sister were just in a really bad car accident on the way to school this morning. My brother is a very careful driver, so he was going 20 mph on a one-lane drive when a speeding white truck came barrelling towards them. My brother swereved to avoid the truck, which then collided with the passenger-side door, cracking it in half. The impact knocked them into a few trees until they were stopped by wrapping around a telephone pole. Miraculously, they're both okay. Matt's dazed and in a bit of shock. Andrea, thank God, I swear it, was lucky enough to have been sitting in the back seat. Had she been in the front seat, I'd be at a hospital right how. She hit her head, but looks to be fine.

The truck sped away. It didn't even stop. There was one witness, but the truck was going so fast that they couldn't get a license plate.


ETA:: Matt was so in shock that he picked up his cell, called my mom, and simply said "The car won't start." He neglected to notice that there was glass everywhere from the windows being blown in. Also? My parents took them to the closest medical facility-- when they got there, they were turned away, as apparently MediaCare Health Centers don't "do car accidents." The FUCK???? Assholes!