The bell rang to signal the end of the lunch break, putting an end to the surfers' heated discussion over whether Courtney or Britney was hotter. Groaning, they said their good byes and reluctantly headed off to their various remedial classes (at least theoretically; most were planning on ditching class and all would be on the beach already by the end of school). Jim was about to head off with the rest of them, but paused when he noticed an unfamiliar ring on his meaty finger. Or was it unfamiliar? He stared at it dumbly as the others left, recognition almost percolating to the front of his dulled mine... and then sinking back down again, dragged down by the sheer weight of his stupidity.
"What the fuck, dude? This shit, like, ain't even mine."
Too nice to think of keeping the presumably valuable metal ring for himself, and too dumb to realize he should bring it to the lost and found or something like that, he instead went with his first instinct (as he usually did) and just took it off and dropped it on the cafeteria table, leaving it there for someone new to find it. Someone new, with no knowledge of the ring's true nature or how to use it. Someone who could easily trigger it just by walking into a group of people. But who?