Chapter One
Aquiring The Ring
Kachink! Matt's bicycle landed noisely.
" Darnit! I still can't nail it! " He said to himself.
He was a bit of an adrenaline junkie, and liked to create new tricks on his bicycle. This had lead to many scrapes and cuts, but he kept at it. Bicycling was something Matt had a passion for. He never felt quite right unless he was riding down some street pedaling as fast as he could. To pass the time, he was attempting a stunt involving a broken part of the curb in his neighborhood. However, the perfect landing continuously escaped him. He groaned in frustration as he rode away to go home.
As he was riding, he pedaled furiously, rounded the corner onto the street where he lived, and stood up on the pedals. Next he tightened his legs around the seat, and removed his hands from the handlebars. Riding down the street, steering the bicycle with his weight, he grinned at his neighbors as he passed. Arms straight out from his sides, like wings of an airplane, he closed his eyes and, for a brief moment, he was flying. He felt his control start to fade and had to leave his fantasy and take the handlebars back into his hands.
As he passed the last few houses before his, one of his neighbors, a girl named Amanda, glared at him.
" You think that makes you so cool, don't you? " She said with a scoff.
" Cooler than you'll ever be, witch! " He fired back with ferocity.
His hostility was not as petty as one might think. She had ruined his friendship with her younger brother when they were just children, Amanda being seven years old, Matt being eight. She had been a bully to him ever since, calling him names, making fun of him for being a little overweight, hitting him on occasion when things got too out of hand. Now they were older, fifteen and sixteen respectively, and the hatred between them continuously grew.
He rode up the gravel driveway to his home, hopped off his bicycle and set it against the side of the wooden fence. He hopped over the gate, which was only just high enough to keep their pet dog, Sugar, from getting loose, and walked through the door into the kitchen. His mother was in the living room, and called him in.
" Matt, your father and I are going to the Arts and Crafts Festival, do you want to come? "
As he walked into the room to join her, he grinned and nodded. He knew joining them meant getting french fries, which were one of his favorite foods.
After some preparations, the family got into their 1994 Ford Explorer, and drove off. After about half an hour, they arrived at the location of the festival, the local fair grounds. They walked around each building, admiring the many different, beautiful art structures. There were also plenty of typical household items, like quilts, birdhouses, toys, jewelry, tools, musical instruments, and many other little trinkets and doodads.
Matt came upon a stand displaying many fine pieces of silver jewelry. One ring in particular caught his eye. It was sterling silver, and was made up of 7 little rings, joined at the side. He picked it up and tried it on, and to his delight, it fit perfectly on the ring finger of his right hand. He had a strange feeling. There was something special about this ring. He bought it immediately. Proudly wearing his purchase, he walked off to rejoin his parents.
End Chapter One
Aquiring The Ring
Kachink! Matt's bicycle landed noisely.
" Darnit! I still can't nail it! " He said to himself.
He was a bit of an adrenaline junkie, and liked to create new tricks on his bicycle. This had lead to many scrapes and cuts, but he kept at it. Bicycling was something Matt had a passion for. He never felt quite right unless he was riding down some street pedaling as fast as he could. To pass the time, he was attempting a stunt involving a broken part of the curb in his neighborhood. However, the perfect landing continuously escaped him. He groaned in frustration as he rode away to go home.
As he was riding, he pedaled furiously, rounded the corner onto the street where he lived, and stood up on the pedals. Next he tightened his legs around the seat, and removed his hands from the handlebars. Riding down the street, steering the bicycle with his weight, he grinned at his neighbors as he passed. Arms straight out from his sides, like wings of an airplane, he closed his eyes and, for a brief moment, he was flying. He felt his control start to fade and had to leave his fantasy and take the handlebars back into his hands.
As he passed the last few houses before his, one of his neighbors, a girl named Amanda, glared at him.
" You think that makes you so cool, don't you? " She said with a scoff.
" Cooler than you'll ever be, witch! " He fired back with ferocity.
His hostility was not as petty as one might think. She had ruined his friendship with her younger brother when they were just children, Amanda being seven years old, Matt being eight. She had been a bully to him ever since, calling him names, making fun of him for being a little overweight, hitting him on occasion when things got too out of hand. Now they were older, fifteen and sixteen respectively, and the hatred between them continuously grew.
He rode up the gravel driveway to his home, hopped off his bicycle and set it against the side of the wooden fence. He hopped over the gate, which was only just high enough to keep their pet dog, Sugar, from getting loose, and walked through the door into the kitchen. His mother was in the living room, and called him in.
" Matt, your father and I are going to the Arts and Crafts Festival, do you want to come? "
As he walked into the room to join her, he grinned and nodded. He knew joining them meant getting french fries, which were one of his favorite foods.
After some preparations, the family got into their 1994 Ford Explorer, and drove off. After about half an hour, they arrived at the location of the festival, the local fair grounds. They walked around each building, admiring the many different, beautiful art structures. There were also plenty of typical household items, like quilts, birdhouses, toys, jewelry, tools, musical instruments, and many other little trinkets and doodads.
Matt came upon a stand displaying many fine pieces of silver jewelry. One ring in particular caught his eye. It was sterling silver, and was made up of 7 little rings, joined at the side. He picked it up and tried it on, and to his delight, it fit perfectly on the ring finger of his right hand. He had a strange feeling. There was something special about this ring. He bought it immediately. Proudly wearing his purchase, he walked off to rejoin his parents.
End Chapter One
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