When I left the emergency room there were about 300 kids waiting because a boy who lived down the street called everyone. They said we were drunk, we were combing our hair, we were putting on make-up, but we weren't doing any of those things. Some people were very good about it and some weren't. I started hanging around with a new group of friends. The girl who walked with a cane was called 'Hopalong' and rumors that she wouldn't be able to have children were started.
Kids can be brutal.
Even now when I see people who went to my high school they'll say, 'Oh, I remember you. That is not how I want to be remembered. Some people treated me nicely, but over the years hearing all that makes you feel horrible. Adults treated me badly. One of my best friends who was not involved actually wrote the mother of one of the girls in the accident that it was not my fault.