Prank Masters

6: Lost Childhood Memories

"Are you stalking me?"

I looked down and rubbed Hero's ears as I tried to ignore his owner. I stood up, crossing my arms.

"No, as if." I finally answered, "I'm not stalking you or doing whatever you think I'm doing."

"Then what are you doing here?" he questioned me.

I looked around to find something, "I just lost something in your yard." I made an excuse and pretended to look around for something to pick up. But there was nothing to pick up from his yard; it was spotless.

"What did you lose?"

I walked behind him and looked around again. "I lost my ring," I said. I knew that I had a ring on my finger and so I hid it behind me.

"How did you lose your ring in my yard?"

I looked at him, "I accidentally threw it into your backyard."

He stared at me with his intense blue eyes. "Right," he replied. "So where is it?"

I glared at him as I detected sarcasm in his voice. I kind of wanted to laugh too because his left cheek was still red. "That's the problem. I don't know where it is."

Observing behind the small trees and plants, I lowered myself to find something. I removed the ring from my pinky finger and placed it on the soil. Pretending to pick it up, "I found it!" I yelled out.

Ice Pack Stealer looked at me and grinned, "Well, good for you. Can I see it?"

I paused and stiffened, "Why do you want to see a girl's ring?"

Then it was his turn to stiffen.

"Don't worry, Ice Pack Stealer. I shall leave your place in peace." I said, casually.

I wanted to crawl back into the hole in the fence, but that would be too obvious for him to know that I lied about my ring in the first place. So instead I headed for the gate that led to his front yard.

His eyes were staring at me and were literally following me. Hero was following me too, but since his owner wasn't nice, I tried not to look at Hero.

I headed back to my house and saw that Ice Pack Stealer and Hero had already gone back inside their house.

I opened the door to my backyard and entered the living room. Sighing, I sat down on the couch and rested my head. "Why does he have to be my neighbour?"

I glimpsed down at the silver ring in my hand and raised it into the sunlight. The amethyst shined with a sparkle while the silver swirling patterns, surrounding the purple crystal, twinkled back at me. Next to the amethyst were two small white diamonds, one on each side. I remembered that I had this ring when I was young somewhere around the age of eight. It doesn't fit on any of my fingers except for my small pinky on my right hand.

I rubbed the ring cleaned and dusted it. Placing it back onto my pinky, I looked at it for a while. An old friend gave me this ring. But it was so long, I couldn't even remember if that person was a boy or girl anymore. And it happened especially when I had that accident too. It seemed that I had lost most of my memories after that incident. I couldn't remember much of the things that occurred before I was eight. So I guess, this small old ring makes me feel as though I do remember my childhood memories; when in reality, I really didn't.

Feeling way too tired from the first day of school. I rested my eyes and fell asleep.

***

"Juliet! We're home!"

I slightly opened my eyes as I heard my parents calling for me. "Honey?" I heard my dad, "You in there?"