New Look On Life.

You awaken within your room feeling bleary from your sudden adventure into the ring.

You get up slowly and look down at your hand where the ring slowly pulses on your finger like a heart beat.

You get up and walk over to the light switch, flip it and prepare to start you day with new vigour that you have been missing for a long time.

Starting with the very clothes you wear.

It’s a total year since you have arrived at this shelter and walked through your now worn door.

You remember walking through with a black bag on your back full of the only clothes you had.

Now things are different, using the money which you had saved up from your job you bought a small wooden chest.

It keeps all of your belongings inside from clothes to your backpack.

You needed something comfortable but with appeal, can’t go out looking like a homeless person. The world always even subconsciously judges the cover.

So you open the chest and look through the clothes you have bought or your originals

After a solid 20 minutes of piecing together a fit you have managed to get a decent look about you.

You are wearing a loose worn dark blue jeans that you got cheap at a yard sale within the suburban area.

With the jeans is a plain white shirt that is slightly too big, that you wear as a under shirt for the black hoodie that you wear on top.

The words Los Angeles written in bold writing across the chest.

Then some black socks paired with some old scuffed sneakers which you had worn I through out the year.

With your new outfit you head out the door and lock it behind you, you continue through the complex and out the main door.

You are now waking down the street wondering what to try your new ‘supposed’ power on.

If you have this ring then you have so much power to do anything.

Then you remember that Eliza had mentioned to you to look at the picture which you had taken from that asshole of a guy.

You rummage through your many pockets and find the crumpled up photo you bring it out and straighten it out to see.

A picture of the mans wedding, The wedding looks rather expensive with the wife being quite beautiful and wearing a tight no strap wedding dress and a low neck to show off her C-cup breasts.

You look at the background of the picture and see that they are standing in a well furnished room.

The floor is a dark mahogany with the walls being white, you can see dark brown leather furniture in the shape of two couches and a large flat screen TV.

You follow Eliza advice and flip the photo and see writing on the back.

It is in cursive and reads, ‘Wedding Day - 9th September 2003, 18th Barkley Ave’.

You realise the information that Eliza pointed out.

What better place to start than by getting back at someone who had wronged you for no reason.

You smiled wickedly thinking of the retribution you can get if this actually works.

For all you know you could have had a very vivid dream and might have mental problems but one way to find out if your crazy.

You head to the end of your road and are met with a busy street cars going back and fore, people going about their business.

You stand on the edge of the street and look around for a taxi.

You may be homeless but not stupid, you know that Uber and the lot have dried up LAs taxi service but you don’t have a phone... yet.

So you look around and spot a lone yellow Prius parked in a parking spot with a driver inside.

You quickly make your way over and open the car door getting inside .

The driver is of course freaked out that some random person just jumped into his taxi.

Driver: “What the fuck! Who the hell are you and what are you doing?”

You don’t acknowledge the mans first response and simple buckle yourself in and look down at your ring.

Diver: “Hello! Earth to Douchebag! Get out of my car!”

You listen to his insult and take note of it, you are more focused however on your ring.

You focus thinking of your first command you guess you can call it.

You look at the man dead in the eye and speak while the ring is now glowing purple.

You: “Shut up and take me to 18th Barkley Ave, don’t speak or comment. Just do your job and work”

The drivers eyes light up with a purple hinge then go back to normal, he immediately turn around and starts the engine of the car.

Reverses out of the parking spot and starts driving to the set location which he had typed into his GPS.

You sit there shocked and now giddy that you have this ability, so much freedom. So much power.

You aren’t going to go mad with power just a bit over board.