So I had bought this ring a week ago, it's really pretty and I got the idea from someone else to buy the ring…but anyways, it got me thinking of a new story only…it didn't quite sounded totally great in my head...and then…I came up with this story (and for a change the full summary was able to fit on the summary given XD).

So without a moment to spare…I present my new story…ENJOY!

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The Ring
By Nollie Marie

Chapter One

The Ring

Edward's POV

It was just a childish little thing, but it had been with me since I was seven. It was a stainless steel ring that had been to large for the original owner so she wore it on a necklace. It was attractive, a line of plain steel and another line of some sort of gems, the two intertwined to form a X.

The owner was girl with ink black hair and was really tiny. And though her size was a disadvantage, she held her ground against the elementary school bully that had been picking on her. This bully was huge. He could have been in middle school. Maybe he should have been in middle school but flunked many times. But before I had the chance to protect her, she sent the dummy running, crying as he went. I was in complete awe.

"Wow," I breathed as she blew a raspberry at the guy.

She brushed her hair away out of her eyes and folded her arms.

"He wasn't that tough," she said, smiling.

"Hi, I'm Edward," I said, introducing myself.

"Angel," she said, smiling, fiddling with her chain.

"I haven't seen you before at this park," I said, thinking if I had seen her before at the school playground before.

She shook her head. "I just moved here last week. This was my first time I really got to leave the apartment. I start school Monday…I mean tomorrow."

"Some Chicago welcome," I muttered, eyeing the direction the bully went running.

The girl laughed. "It's okay, it was a…interesting welcome," she said, smiling.

She and I had become two good friends. She had told me that she traveled a lot, never staying in one place for more than a year. I was hoping that wasn't the case this time. But school had let out, every student excited and making plans of what to do for the next two and a half months. Angel, however, was moving.

"You can't move," I said, watching her pack up her things.

"Sorry, Edward," she said, sadly. "Daddy was reassigned to Washington. And when the president orders you to move, you can't say no."

"Why isn't the president sending your father to the nothingness of Washington for? What's dangerous there?"

She giggled, "A tree falling on you?"

"Not funny," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

Angel dropped the box she was carrying by the door and turned with a smile. "Seriously, Edward, lighten up. We'll stay friends."

"I guess," I muttered, rolling my eyes.

She punched me lightly in the shoulder before saying, "If you want to stay friends with me, you should seriously help me pack."

So I helped her back. And that following Monday, Angel stopped by my house for the final time.

"K.I.T.?" she asked me when she went to hug me.

"Kit?" I said, seriously confused.

She laughed, pulling away.

"Keep up with the lingo, silly," she said, punching me in the shoulder. "K.I.T. means keep in touch."

"Oh…why did you just say that?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Anyways, I have your email…I'll write you with an address as soon as I found out where we're living," she said, digging her pockets.

I nodded, also stuffing my hands into my pockets.

She looked over her shoulder at the car parked out on the street. Her parents waited patiently in the car, her younger sister in the car seat in the back.

"I guess I should be going," she said, looking back at me.

I nodded. "Okay," I said.

She dug her hands out of her pockets to pull the chain out from under her shirt. I had seen the ring numerous times and I wondered why she wore it on the chain…so I asked her.

She chuckled, undoing the chain. "It's too big for me to wear," she said, before taking my hand out from my pocket and placed the chain and ring into the palm.

She curled the fingers around the chain and said softly, "Ten years from now, when we're seventeen, send the ring back to me."

"Angel," I said, confused and surprised.

"Ten years," she said, nodding. "I'll give you my address."

And then with a final good bye she dashed down the front steps of my house and was out of sight with a slight wave out the back window.

I blinked and looked down at the chain. The sunrise glinted off the silver steal of the ring, causing the gems to sparkle.

I sighed and curled my fingers back over the ring.

- . - . - . - . -

That had been ten years ago, when I was seven. Now I was seventeen and I was about to complete Angel's request.

I pulled out the saved email of Angel's address. She must have settled in the wilderness of Washington, because she had never had given me a new address even after years of emailing year other though we hardly wrote to each other but maybe every other month, mostly due to Angel's fault. Carefully sealing the ring into a bubbled wrapped manila envelop, I took out a pen and wrote out the address that Angel had provided me in the email. The address was a Post Office Box in a town called Forks, Washington. I had never heard of the town before but Angel told me that it was a cool town…even if it was small…and didn't have lot there. Angel had always been a historical person, liking history…so I guess Forks would seem perfect to her.

I had glanced down towards the bottom of the email where Angel wrote: And don't write a return address.

I had always been confused by that line but I guess Angel had her reasons.

The following morning, I sent out the envelope, already stamped with the correct postage. I watched the postman dig out the mail from the little box that held all the streets mail and place the envelope in his tub for the outgoing mail.

And with that, the ring was on its way to Angel Montez, in a little town of Forks, Washington.

- . - . - . - . -

Seven days later

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Bella's POV

"Alice," I complained as she pulled me down the street to the post office. "Where's the fire?"

"No fire but my pen buddy from India mailed me that sari and bangles. And they were suppose to be here today," Alice said. "Now come on. Besides I'm sure your box needs to be cheeked, you haven't cheeked it in weeks."

"Alice, she told you it would take about a week or more, today being the earliest."

She looked over her shoulder and blew a raspberry at me. I rolled my eyes.

"Spoil sport," she said and then opened the post office.

I sighed and pulled my keys out of my pocket, thankfully Charlie had given me a key to the post office box when I moved here from Phoenix a few months ago.

Alice skipped to her box while I shuffled towards the Swan box. Not expected anything, I was surprised to see a huge envelope in the box. I pulled it out and looked at the address.

Angel Montez? I blinked at the name and the address. The address written down—in very good handwriting I might add, must be a girl, no guy could write that good—was the post office box that Charlie had for years. So the person must have wrote the address…or the wrong name. I went to look at the return address and saw that it was blank.

Huh…who leaves the return address blank?

"Darn, the package isn't here," Alice said, sulking.

"I told you," I muttered, turning the package to see maybe the return address as on the back. Nope, nothing on the back, I noted and flipped it back over. The only clue as to where the package came from was the circle stamp that the U.S. postal service used. Chicago…wow, never been there. Visiting Chicago would be cool.

"What's that?" Alice said, looking over my shoulder to get a better glimpse of what I was holding.

"Some sort of package," I muttered.

"I can see that but what's in it?" she said. "You weren't expecting anything."

"I wasn't but a 'Angel Montez' must have been," I said, pointing at the address.

"I guess it was delivered to the wrong address," Alice said, shrugging when I turned around. "Send it back."

"I wish I could," I said, pointing at the area where the return address was suppose to be.

Alice leaned closer, her eyes going wide. "Well…that's…okay I'm speechless."

I giggled. Alice was never speechless.

"Well open it," Alice said, nodding at the package.

"Can't, that's a federal offense," I stated. "My father is a cop. I do know all the laws."

"Yeah, right…if you won't, I will," she said, reaching for it.

"No," I stated, not wanting her to open it…and then sighed. "I'll open it."

And so I did. At first I thought there was nothing in it, a joke of some kind, but when I turned the envelope upside down something silver fell out and hit the floor.

Alice swooped down and picked it up.

"It's a…ring," she said, turning it around between her fingers.

I leaned forward. The ring was beautiful…and I wasn't the normal person who wore rings…except the ring that my Grandma Swan gave me before she died. It was now too small for my ringer finger so it stayed on my pinky, the only finger it was able to fit now.

"Ew, stainless steel," Alice said, flinching.

"How do you know that?" I asked her, surprised.

"Hello, shopper here," she said, pointing at her face. "I know what's real or not and this—" she pointed at the ring now "—is stainless steal not silver or white gold. This probably belonged to a child. Most children rings are stainless steel so that they don't turn color and make people break out."

"Oh…okay," I said, shrugging.

Alice grabbed my left hand. "Hey!" I said, protesting as she slid the ring onto my ring finger.

"It's a perfect fit!" she squealed. Okay, ow! That was a loud squeal.

She raised my hand up and showed me the ring. It was really pretty on my hand, weird but pretty, and it did fit perfectly.

"Alice, I can't wear this," I said. "It belongs to an Angel."

"And you are being a saint right now," Alice said. "Hmm…Saint Isabella Marie…wow it has a ring to it."

"Okay, that so wasn't funny," I said, folding my arms across my chest while Alice snickered.

"Oh, lighten up," she said, poking me in the arm with one of her manicured nails. "Now come on…we have math homework to do."

I groaned as Alice pulled me out of the post office and down the street towards where I parked my "cursed" truck as Alice and Rosalie liked to call it.

So…what do you think?! Review and let me know. Meanwhile…I got other stuff to do…sadly. –sigh–

Huggles,
Nollie

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