The Price of Pride
Ginevra Prewett was always ridiculed and teased at school because she claimed to be the president's daughter. No one took her seriously, thinking it another example of Ginny's talent for storytelling. When she was a baby, her parents divorced. A few years later, her father became interested in politics and rose up to becoming the senator of New Jersey. He then ran in the Presidential elections and won. Because his previous marriage had been so unpleasant, he made sure no one knew of it and his relationship with his daughter was kept secret from all but his close associates in the White House. Ginny's classmates at her high school didn't believe her story, and Ginny wanted to prove it to them once and for all. So during one of her weekends with him she asked the President to give her something important of his, leaving out the reason, lest he refuse.
"Whatever you want, I will grant it," answered Ginny's generous father.
Ginny had an answer ready immediately. "I want to drive your white car, the Phaeton with PRSDNT on the licence plate."
"B-but why?" her father sputtered. "You can't drive! You can have anything else... I'll even let you ride in the car with a cheffeur! Come back in two years and then I will consider it, but not now."
However, when Ginny gave him one of her puppy dog looks, with the lip and the pout, he had to give in.
"Oh, fine." he said reluctantly. "The keys are in the drawer by the front door. And keep it to ten miles per hour."
Ginny gave a cry of glee and hugged her father. She would finally prove to her friends who she really was the daughter of.
Ginny grabbed the keys and raced outside to the President's garage. She climbed into the vehicle, inserted the keys into the ignition, and tuned up the radio to the highest volume, windows opened.
"Hey, this is easy," she thought as she stepped on the gas pedal, and felt she had this whole driving thing in the bag. Accelerating on the gas pedal, she pulled out of the White House's driveway and rode out onto the highway.
Ginny whooped and cheered as she raced down the highway with the music blasting. But then, the tires skidded on ice, and the car spun dangerously. Much honking arose; Ginny had caused a huge traffic jam.
When the police arrived, all they saw was a white Phaeton car with a PRSDNT licence plate and a bloodied, blonde body.
None of her friends had even had a chance to see her in the car.
Some say this was G-d's punishment for her brazenness and her boasting. Others say it was just an accident. I'll leave it to you to decide.
Taken and adapted from the Greek myth of Phaeton