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Siblings: Stacy and Ginger

Driving Miss Stacy

"Stacy! Come on! Let's get going!"

Stacy ignored her sister and shovelled another spoonful of cereal into her mouth. "Mom, do I really have to do this?"

"Don't talk with your mouth full, dear," said Dr. Hirano idly as she shrugged on her jacket. "And yes, you do. I have a busy schedule this month. Ginger needs to practice driving and someone with their full license needs to take her."

"I could call Candace," offered Stacy.

Dr. Hirano looked at her eldest daughter in amusement. "I think she will be too busy with her own siblings. Stacy, I'm not asking anything difficult of you."

Stacy pointed her spoon at her mother. "You're asking me to sit in the passenger seat while my little sis drives me around town. Not only is that humiliation, but that's also hazardous to my health."

"You'll have fun, dear." Dr. Hirano picked up her bag and blew a kiss to her daughter. "I'm off. Love you."

"Love you too." Stacy watched her mother depart and reluctantly finished up her cereal. She set her breakfast dishes into the sink and ventured into the front hall. She snagged her purse from the hook and went outside.

"It's about time!" sixteen-year-old Ginger snapped, leaning impatiently against the hood. "You took forever!"

"Not long enough." Stacy locked the front door. "Get in the car. Let's get this over with."

Ginger happily climbed into the front seat and buckled up. She eagerly accepted the keys from her sister and stuck them in the ignition. "Get ready! We're gonna hit the road!"

"Can't wait," muttered Stacy.

Ginger stepped on the pedal. But instead of creeping backwards, they lurched forwards. She hastily stepped on the brakes before they ploughed through the garage door. She glanced at Stacy, who was gripping the sides of her seat.

"Oops. Forgot to put it in reverse," she sheepishly, making the correction.

"I change my mind," hissed Stacy. "I don't want to die."

Ginger pouted. "It wasn't that bad!"

"No, but it could have been."

"I got it now." Ginger started the process of backing out of their driveway to prove her point. "See?"

"Uh-huh." Stacy peered out the back window. "So far so good."

Ginger pulled out into the road and put the gear shift into 'drive'. She started down the road, hands gripping the wheel.

"Not so tight," cautioned Stacy. "You want to be relaxed."

"Right." Ginger adjusted her grip. "Sorry. I'm just excited."

"Tone that down a bit." Stacy crossed her arms. "This is my car and I would greatly appreciate it getting back home without a scratch."

"It'll be fine!" insisted Ginger.

They came upon a stop sign and she slowed down. She waited for the cars to pass before continuing on her way. Stacy rolled down her window a bit and rested her elbow against the armrest. "Speed up a bit," she said, catching sight of the speedometer. "You don't want to be below the speed limit."

"Got it." Ginger increased the pressure on the gas pedal a little bit. "Can we drive by Phineas' and Ferb's place?"

"Sure. But don't slow down. I don't want people to see you carting me around."

Ginger rolled her eyes. "Whatever."

They soon reached Maple Drive. Stacy noticed her best friend standing in the Flynn-Fletcher front yard, staring in bewilderment at the giant rotating Ferris wheel that towered over her house. "Yo, Candace!" she shouted, sticking her head out the window.

The redhead turned around and stared at the approaching dark blue car in disbelief. "Stace?"

"Help me!" she called, and when the car drove past completely Candace noticed that Ginger was the driver.

"Good luck!" she hollered after her Japanese-American friend.

Stacy laughed and settled back in her seat. Ginger glared out the window. "I'm not doing that bad."

"Oh, lighten up, Ginge. It was just a joke."

They spent the next hour cruising around town. Ginger learned to maintain her speed, practiced her turns and got a few chances to pass other vehicles.

"Alright," said Stacy. "I think that's enough for one day. Let's go home."

"Okay. Can I just stop at Phineas'? Maybe there's still time to ride that Ferris wheel. You can drive your car home."

"Fine with me." Stacy stretched. "I'll get the house to myself."

"Like you're going to do anything," scoffed Ginger. "You're just going to sit on your butt and watch television."

"Nothing wrong with that."

Ginger reached an intersection, where the light was green. She did a sweep to make sure the way was clear before moving the car forwards.

Hooooooooooooooooonk!

Ginger turned her head to see a truck barrelling towards her. Panicked, she jerked the wheel so that they would not be in the path of the speeding vehicle. Stacy screamed as they spun in a rapid circle before slamming into a metal pole on the sidewalk.

The twenty-one-year-old sat stock still for a moment, face pale. Slowly, she undid her seatbelt and crawled from her car. Shaking, Ginger did the same, stepping numbly onto the cement and watching the truck careen off into the distance.

A few cars stopped to check on them. "Are you okay?" a woman exclaimed. "I saw what happened! Should I call 911?"

"Please," said Stacy. She moved around her car, inspecting the damage. There was a large dent on the passenger's side, and the windshield had cracked a bit. Heaving a sigh, she turned to her sister, who had silent tears trailing down her cheeks.

Worried, she hurried to Ginger's side. "Are you hurt? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"I'm sorry!" she sobbed. "I'm so sorry!"

"About what?" asked Stacy in bewilderment.

"I wrecked your car! I said I wouldn't! I'll pay to fix it, I will!"

"Ginger!" Stacy took her by the shoulders. "Ginge, it's just a car. It's replaceable. You, on the other hand, are not."

Ginger latched onto Stacy's shirt and sniffled. "I'm really sorry."

"It's not your fault," soothed Stacy, running her fingers through her sister's long raven strands. "It was that mad man's fault. Considering you were put in a rough spot, you just reacted. It could have ended a whole lot worse."

"Think Mom will let me drive anytime soon?"

Stacy grinned. "Not after she hears about this."

Ginger rubbed the tears from her face with a laugh. "What are we gonna do about this?"

"Wait for the cops, and the tow truck, and then we'll just have to walk home." Stacy slung her arm around Ginger's shoulder. "We'll stop for ice-cream or something."

"I like ice-cream."

"Good. It's my treat." Stacy glanced at her smoking wreck of a car and hummed. "Eh. Maybe I'll just get a new ride…perhaps a different shade of blue."

Ginger smiled brightly. She really did love her sister.