Three girls Texting While Walking.
Imagine if you will for a moment, the following scenario:
The sound of tires screeching, then the impact of metal on bone was horrific. 3 young bodies, most likely weighing no greater than one hundred lbs. each, flew in different directions. The girl that hit my windshield was the worst of all. The blood splattered across the cracked safety glass, and her blonde hair turned red as her body rolled off my hood.