Danny walked down the hallway not long after the teachers left. He’d been in the bathroom and was on his way back to class when he saw a glint of light on the floor. Bending over, he picked up the ring.
“Cool! I wonder where it came from?” He said to himself. He slipped it onto his finger and kept walking.
Danny was a pretty average guy. He was 15 and a sophomore. He was 5’9” and weighed 135, though looked thinner than that. He had chestnut brown hair trimmed fairly short, an unremarkable face, some acne, and pale skin. He was dressed in a pair of baggy jeans and a pale blue T-shirt.
When Danny returned to class he sat at his seat, which was positioned directly between the preppies and the jocks. What would happen to him?