The Lost Ring { 3 }

I winced, rubbing my eyes.

What the hell was that? I thought, starting to get grumpy.

I squinted my eyes and looked up again.

It flashed again, but this time I squinted hard. . . . . I stood there for a long time trying to figure what that flashy thing was . . . 'Is that a ring? . . . Is that a diamond? . . . Is it a diamond ring?'

. . . I rubbed my eyes looking at it again.

"It's the ring!!" I said, smiling,

"I found it. How did I not notice that?" I smiled at it for a second, but reality stuck me.

'How do I get when it is all the way up there?'

The only way was climbing the tree. Good thing, my Mom signed me up for outdoor camp once - which I really hated.

I don't know what was happening to me, but I took of my rainboots and coat off even though I was literally freezing my butt off.

Still shivering, I climbed onto the first branch and I continued to climb and climb. Thank God I didn't forget how to climb a tree, yet.

I made another mental note to myself to write a 10 page letter saying thank you to Mom.

I continued to climb, until I was right next to the ring. I shivered from the cold and my knee trembled beneath me.

I grinned.

"I found you!" I whispered and with my red, numb fingers, I slowly took the ring from the branch that it was inserted in.

I curled my hands into a ball and brought it against my chest.

I smiled, I uncurled my fist and slid the ring into the finger that Ryan had put the ring in.

I slowly climbed down and my teeth chattered from the exposure of coldness.

I slowly lowered myself to the ground and numbly put on my sock, rainboots and coat.

I breathed hot air on to my fingers and rubbing them quickly together, hoping to get them warm.

I took off the ring, afraid to lose it again when I am walking around the forest.

Not knowing which direction to go, I just walked blindly in a direction, hoping that I was walking the right way.

Suddenly, there was a cry of my name, "Jennifer!" "Jennifer!"

'Who is that? Is that Ryan?'

"Jennifer?"

"Ryan?" I said, faintly.

"Jennifer, are you out here?"

"Ryan! I am here!" I cried back.

"Jennifer, where are you? Don't move, ok?"

"Ok." I cried back, not knowing which direction to shout at.

"Jennifer?"

"Yeah?" Ryan' s voice was coming closer and closer.

Just before he appeared, I quickly slipped the ring off of my finger, I just didn't want him to know that I was out here looking for his ring.

I was looking stupid.

"Hey," I said, not knowing what to say.

"What are you doing out here?" Ryan asked, getting mad.

"I don't know, I was just taking a walk, I just feel like I was trapped in there for too long." I lied, hoping that I looked like I mean it.

He stared at me with those green eyes so intensely that I felt exposed, but he looked away.

"Let's go." he said, starting to walk off already, leaving me behind. I ran to catch up to him, but was eventually slowed down from the coldness that I was opened to.

We walked all of the way home without talking to each other.

I felt like I want to talk to him, but I can't find the courage to.

'What happens if he wouldn't talk back?' 'What happens if we fight again?'

'I don't want to fight anymore.'

'And what happens if he hated me more because I was talking to him?'

'And most of all, why do I feel this way?'

The train of thoughts were running through my mind unstoppablely.