In February, I was in a car accident in our family mini van. I was there, my mom was there, my step dad was there and my two little sisters were there too. It was a head on collision, and we were hit by a work van. My family is so so blessed. No one broke anything, only bumps and bruises. I saw something that will never ever disappear from my memory. Ever. In the drivers seat of the work van, I saw a man with a bloodied cheek, leaning against the window, his eyes closed. And there was, in the windshield of our van, a little rectangle hole where the ladder hit our van. I've got a predicament. We just bought a new mini van, 216 days later, and we had to ride in it yesterday. I was terrified. I don't know if I can tomorrow to go to school. Anyone got any tips on how to deal with it? Thanks y'all!