I posted this on Harmony Central too, but wanted to post it here to hear ya'lls opinions on first cars, Firemen and Emergency Services (bless them all), etc. Background: My friend Charlie just got a 5.0 Mustang GT as a first car (BAD Idea? I think so). This week at school we are supposed to be playing our rivals, Wade Hampton, so we have a special week with all these events. My sister is a cheerleader and all the cheerleaders have to dress up like boys, so she spent the night with some cheerleaders to get dressed up. Charlie lives nearby. This morning they are giving me a ride to school. Currently in SC we are getting light rains from the hurricanes. The Rest: Ok, so Charlie and his brother Joseph pick me up, and the roads are all wet, and we start rushing to school. Charlie has NO idea the full potential of that Mustang. To attest to that (besides for the whole wreck), before the wreck, we're goin down the road and he spins the wheels and we fishtail off to one side, which I swear is the coolest thing ever at the moment. So we keep on goin, and we turn onto this road that cuts through this neighbor hood by our school, which at the beginning slopes down and comes back up real fast, and has water at the middle, and Charlie gives it too much gas on the way up. As some people know, V8 power + Rear Wheel Drive + fast acceleration + slick roads = not cool at all. We start fishtailing so bad that one minute we are facing one way, and the nex we are facing the total other (what i think of is an Olympic Slalom Skier). We run off the road and I see a tree ahead of us, and I wasnt sure if we were gonna hit it. Well, we do, and it hits the passenger front quarter panel, and I found out later that we did a complete 360. I just sit there in the back seat, really still, assessing myself for injuries, but Charlie and Joseph climb out the window really fast, which suprises me. My hair is stuck on something, which is the place where you hang hangers, and I rip it off, and my head is bleeding profusely. Blood is streaming all over my face. I manage to get myself into the front seat to try and get out, but my legs hurt and I can't manage to get myself out of the window. I look out of the window, and it's like a movie. Charlie is on his back, rolling from side to side and yelling from pain, and Joseph is sitting up, and I see a HUGE gash on one of his feet. I tell them to stay calm, and everythings gonna be ok, and people start coming out of their houses, tellin us to stay still, and me not to move. The Fire Departmen come, and they come talk to me, and have to cut the door open with The Jaws of Life to get me out, and they rotate me onto a stretcher. Tape my head down, neck brace, the works, so where I cant frickin move a frickin muscle. Oh well, Neck and Back precautions, I understand. We get into the Ambulances (Ambuli?) and they give me an IV, check my vitals, and we are goin to the hospital. They lay me on a bed, taped down and all, and I'm sittin like this for at least an hour. I can hear Joseph and Charlie cryin and yellin, but I'm silent. The doctor comes to our rooms, checks us out, gives us rectum exams (WHY?), and we start going into X-Rays. Charlie goes first, takes forever, and all the while I'm still on the rock frickin hard stretcher thing. I go into X-Rays, and the Joseph goes into X-Rays. All this happens, and then there's a whole bunch of waiting. Turns out, Charlie has a broken Clavicle (snapped in half), a broken and dislocated thumb, a broken toe, and has to have stitches by his eye. Joseph, has two get two huge gashes stitched up, and I get ten staples in my head, and have a jammed hip. They give me Motrin (not knowing I haven't eaten all day), and say I can go. I get up, visit Charlie and Joseph, start feelin sick, and go throw up. I finally get to the car, and me and my dad get Taco Bell. I get home, go to bed, sleep for two hours, and some relatives come visit, and a LOT of people call my cell phone asking how I am. All that goes by, and now its 10:30, and some close friends just left. I've been wanting to tell people this all day. Lessons Learned: Seat belts are cool. V8 Mustangs as a first car are not. Although the Wow factor is there, theres nothing Wow about hitting a tree. Although I used to think gettin in a wreck would be cool and exciting, I see how stupid and naive I was. Man, I will never forget the sound the car made when it hit the tree, and the force of it. Thanks a lot for listenin you guys. OH! And, I have a newfound respect for the Emergency system. Fire Departments, Hospitals, everything. These people TRULY do not get paid enough.