Stan's Party: A Fictional Narrative

Toni was out in the front yard, watering the law when Stan “the Man” Davis, pulled into the driveway behind the wheel of a classic ’64 Mustang convertible. It was cherry red with a black tuck n roll interior. The Soundbarrier CD player was blasting out AC/Dc’s Highway to Hell. Yelling to her sister Mandi, she walked over to the car. “Will you turn that thing down,” she screamed. “The neighbors are going to call the police.” “What? All right,” said Stan, reaching in the car and turning down the volume. “Are you deaf or something, she asked? “The whole neighborhood could hear it.” “Man, it wasn’t that loud,” replied Stan. “It was only on 4.” Toni shook her head in disgust. “So tell me Stan, where did you steal the car?” “I didn’t steal it; …show more content…

“How come you had your birthday party last week? I thought that your birthday isn’t till next month?” “I know, but my folks are going on a “Save Our Marriage” world tour and they will be gone all summer.” Toni started to reply when she heard the front door slam, and her twin sister Mandi bolted across the front lawn and jumped into the front seat next to Stan. “Hey, cool car Stan, let’s go for a ride,” said Mandi, giving Stan a big, long, sloppy kiss. “Mandi, He doesn’t even have his license yet,” scolded Toni. “Chill out, Toni, it’s no big deal. My old man lets me drive. I do have my learner’s permit, you …show more content…

“I think it took a very good driver to avoid that accident.” “Chill out and get back in the car Toni. No blood, no foul, right? What’s the big deal?” “The big deal is that someone almost got hurt,” scolded Toni, who then turned and walked the remaining half mile home. She had barely gotten in the door when she heard her father’s car pull into the driveway. Up in their room after supper, Toni was studying for her math test tomorrow while Mandi flipped through the latest issue of Teen Scene. Toni was annoyed after walking the rest of the way home. Mandi, of course, had disappointed her by riding the rest of the way home with Stan. Toni was afraid that one day Mandi would end up just another one of those highway statistics. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, Toni closed her math book and sat up on her bed. “Mandi, I wish you wouldn’t ride with Stan anymore. He’s going to get you killed.” “I don’t know what you have against Stan,” said Mandi, a pouty expression on her face. “He’s a good driver. Did you see how he managed to avoid having an