Darren awoke with a start, the young teen damp with sweat as he tried to shake the nightmare from his thoughts. In his nightmare, Darren had been in a darkened room when suddenly demons lurched out of the darkness trying to catch him. "Ugh what a nightmare."
As Darren got out of bed he wiped his brow before looking at his nightstand. The teens eyes growing wide as he looked at the two rings, it wasnt a nightmare. Picking up the ring, Darren looked them over. Why were these two rings guarded by demons?
"Well they look cool," Darren muttered. "I mean I wouldn't wear a ring. Maybe a chain but not a ring."
A sudden flash of light drew Darren's attention. Puzzled the teen now looked at a pair of chains, adorned with a small jewel. "Did, did they just transform?!?"
Slowly the teen now picked then up, trying to make sense what he saw. Slowly it began to dawn him. These things were magic. Darren now tentatively picked up the chains, placing them around his neck. He definitely needed to tell his friends.
As Darren went into his first period Math class, he was practically jumping out of his skin. Hannah, Steven, no one would believe this story. He just couldn't wait to tell them. As Darren now saw Hannah and Steven walk in he quickly waved to them, the two young teens quickly walking towards him.
"Yo Darren you okay," Steven asked. "I didnt hear from you all weekend."
"I'm okay," Darren said. "Listen I got something to show you guys."
"What," Hannah asked.
Before Darren could say their teacher Mrs. Wright entered the class. "Okay students take your seats," the elderly teacher stated. The eighth graders now began to quietly grumble, taking their seats as their 60 year old teacher now began her Algebra lesson.
Darren could only sigh. He hated math class and the elderly Mrs. Wright certainly didnt help. Mrs. Wright may know her lessons but it just seemed that she couldnt connect with her students. "Man she was never our age," Darren thought. Unnoticed by him, Darren's chain now began to glow.
Darren hadn't noticed anything, idly staring out the window. It was until he heard his name did he suddenly snap out of his daydream. "Darren stop daydreaming!"
Darren paused, he recognized Mrs. Wrughts voice but something seemed off. Mra. Wrights voice sounded lighter, softer, younger. Jolted out of his boredom Darren turned to face his teacher, only for his jaw to drop open.
Instead of the elderly Math teacher he was so accustomed to, a 13 year old girl now stood in front of the class. Mrs. Wright was now a skinny teenage girl with bright red hair and a generous smattering of freckles. The Auburn haired girl now adjusted her ill fitting clothing as she gave her student a stern gaze.
"Darren were you listening," Mrs. Wright stated, the teenage girl pushing the cuffs of her blouse up her smaller arms.
"Um no," Darren said meekly. "Sorry Mrs. Wright."
Mrs. Wright huffed in typical teenage fashion as she now pushed her larger glasses up the bridge of her nose. Turning back towards the board, Darren watched as the 13 year old teacher now began to explain the problem once more to her class. As she did Darren studied his classmates to see if anyone seemed to notice their teacher now looked like a student.
Darren's classmates seemed unfazed by Mrs. Wrights transformation, continuing to copy the problem with the same bored look that was so common in Mrs. Wright's class. Grasping the chains around his neck, Darren now began to wonder what else he could do and what his friends would say.