I smiled, and slid it onto my finger, thanked her, and went home.
At home, I told my parents what had happened. They were glad that I had not been hit, and proud of my heroics. Heroics. Yeah. I had never done that before, but I could not have let that woman die. Maybe it would have happened before, if I’d been given the chance. I went up stairs and set my bag on the floor of my bedroom. I remembered with a groan that I had a paper due tomorrow. I haven’t even started on it. “Man, I wish I had finished it, when I should have.” No sooner than those words left my mouth, then I remembered that it was finished. I had finished it the day after it was assigned. As if to prove it, I opened up my bag and reached my hand inside.
I looked around and found it. I pulled it out and read it again, to make sure I had everything correct. A little confused, but satisfied, I slid it back into my bag and hopped down in front of my computer. I turned it on and went on-line to check my grades. Damn, how did I have three D’s? “I wish I had all A’s.” I said. Then the D’s changed into A’s, as if they had never been there. Coincidence, pure coincidence. There was just no way that this ring on my finger could actually do what the Woman had said.