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Stacy's got the ring going on

The sun was shining, the breeze was just right, and the sidewalk was basically empty. Stacy's day couldn't possibly get any better if she tried.

Stacy McNeil was the queen bee of her local high school, an all around killer student in grades, looks, and friends. Guys wanted her, girls wanted to be her, and she couldn't help but notice the teacher's sneaking glances at her. She had smooth, strawberry blonde hair which she constantly straightened to avoid her natural curls. She had pale skin, bright blue eyes, and a decent figure with c cups and a tight bottom.

She was dressed up in her blue and white cheerleading outfit, walking down the street to practice. She was 18, so she did drive there, but public parking was a block away from where her squad liked to practice. She clung her book bag tightly, going over her head if she had forgotten anything. The next few meet ups would determine whether or not her team would go to regionals, and she did NOT want to screw that up.

"Pompoms, check... water, check..." She mumbled, blowing bubbles with her gum in-between thoughts.

Unfortunately, her train of thought was derailed as a glimmer of light struck her eye. She forcefully closed it, sneered, then glanced down in the direction of the beam. To her surprise, there was a tiny open park like area with a fountain that she had never seen before. She walked in carefully, glancing around at the benches and fountain.
"Is this new?" She wondered. "Ugh, can't be... it looks ancient." She muttered.

Stacy was about to shrug it off as some Mandela effect bull when she noticed something small sitting on the edge of the fountain. She leaned down, and picked up what looked like an old, bronze ring. Usually rings weren't exactly her thing... but something about this one appealed to her, though she couldn't put her finger on it.
"Huh, why not." She shrugged, placing it on her _____ hand.

Stacy started back on her walk to practice when her cell rung from inside her bag. She pulled it out and sighed.
"Great, a call from _______." She mumbled before answering.


Who is calling her, and what hand did she put the ring on?


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