Chapter 2

The next day, I woke up to a blinding sun...by myself. Shawn's sleeping bag was gone, along with his other things. I muttered angrily, but I became even more angry when I realized that he had snuck the ring out of my pocket!
"That bastard!" I said as I glared at the place where had supposedly slept the night before.
I knew that I was going to have to go after him, because something in the ring seemed to be warning me that something bad was going to happen. It sucked even more, because I didn't know how much of a head start he had.
I grabbed my stuff and started heading east. Every limb in my body was telling me that I should just leave him to whatever trouble he got in to. However, my hear was telling me that that was not the kind of person that I was...and I had to agree with my heart. I would not be able to work at Taco Bell, knowing that I could be the reason for Shawn being killed.
I only walked for about two miles when I heard someone screaming above me. A big guerrilla was holding Shawn upside down. That's not what alarmed me the most, however. On the finger of the big fat guerrilla was the ring. I was horrified, but I couldn't stop laughing at Shawn's predicament.
"Oh real funny," Shawn yelled, "So hilarious. Just get me down from here!" he screamed.