Laughing heartily to myself at the bizarre kinkiness of Janet and Margaret's innermost fetishes, I watched
them rush to their seats on the opposite end of the room as the pre-calc teacher stood up from his table with
a smile on his face. He was a pretty easy going bloke on most days, and downplayed his authority whenever he
could get away with it.
Standing in front of the class with his hands behind his back, Mr. Black(what a cool and mysterious name btw.
It's like he came out of Reservoir Dogs or something) said with as much faux-omen in his voice as he could
muster: "Pop quiz time".
The class collectively groaned, but secretly I was excited. While I was decent enough in math, this was an
opportune time to experiment with the ring and see how much I could get away with. So far, all the wishes I've
made have been executed in the most beneficial way possible for me. I was worried at first that my wishes
would be misinterpreted by the ring as if it had some kind of sentience of it's own, comparable to the old
story "The Monkey's Paw" by W.W Jacobs, but I was starting to dismiss this notion. Since all the wishes I've
made so far have been good to me, it's possible that more or less the ring is powered by ME and my own
thoughts, and the ring was a catalyst to transform the wishes I made into reality the way my mind saw fit.
Mr. Black started handing out the quiz sheets, and I pulled out my #2 pencil. When I got my quiz sheet, Mr.
Black looked down at me somewhat curiously.
"If you're not offended by this Josie, you make a very pretty girl."
I smiled, not offended by the question, though I could understand how some people might overreact to something
like this.
"Thanks" I said, and as he passed me by, I grabbed Haley's right hand in a show of good faith that I was
committed to her. Who knows, she may have been jealous of Mr. Black, and I just wanted her to know that it was
nothing.
Before I knew it, Mr. Black was at the front of the room again and said "Begin", which meant that we had
fifteen minutes to complete all the questions. I gave them a quick scan, and as was usual, the harder
questions were saved for last.
"Ring, give me the best answer to question number twelve" I thought to myself while gazing very hard at the
ring.