One Fateful day

In the quaint town of Greenwoods, nestled among rolling hills and lush greenery, Kenny was known for his sharp intellect and friendly demeanor. At sixteen, he was a promising student in the eleventh grade at Greenwood High School. However, one fateful day, his ordinary life took an unexpected turn.

It was a bright Monday morning when Kenny found himself seated in his classroom, listening intently to the teacher's lecture on advanced algebra. Just as he was about to solve a complex equation on the whiteboard, the door flung open, and the school staff hurried inside, looking visibly flustered.

"Kenny, your uncle Simon is here to pick you up. "

"Please come with us," one of the staff members announced, his voice tinged with urgency.

Perplexed, Kenny glanced around at his classmates, who were exchanging confused looks. Without a moment's hesitation, he gathered his books and followed the staff to the Headmaster's office. As he entered the room, his heart raced with apprehension.

To his astonishment, the headmaster handed him a transfer certificate, his name neatly printed in bold letters at the top. Kenny's mind reeled with questions as he scanned the document. Why was he being asked to transfer schools? What had he done wrong to warrant this sudden expulsion?

"Sir, I don't understand."

"Why am I being given a transfer certificate and what's going on?", Kenny stammered, his voice quivering with uncertainty.

The headmaster, a stoic man with piercing gray eyes, regarded Kenny with a somber expression. "I'm afraid there has been a misunderstanding, Kenny."

"Your uncle requested your immediate transfer to another school, he seemed quite adamant about it," he explained, in his grave tone.

Shocked and bewildered, Kenny tried to make sense of the situation. His parents had never mentioned anything about changing schools. Why would they take such a drastic step without informing him? As a sense of foreboding gripped his heart, he realized that something dark and mysterious was unfolding around him.

With a heavy heart, Kenny bid farewell to his classmates and teachers, his mind clouded with unanswered questions. As he stepped out of Greenwood High School for the last time, a chilling wind whispered through the trees, as if carrying secrets untold.

Determined to unravel the enigma surrounding his sudden transfer, Kenny embarked on a quest for the truth. His first stop was his home, a cozy bungalow adorned with colorful blooms in the front yard.

As he reached the doorstep, he expected to be greeted by the familiar sights and sounds of his home. But to his surprise, the house was quiet.

Normally, he would have been greeted by his mother's warm smile and his father's booming voice, but today there was a weird silence that hung in the air.

Kenny pushed open the front door and stepped inside, his heart pounding in his chest. The house seemed unusually still, the only sound being the ticking of the old grandfather clock in the hallway.

"Mom, Dad?" Kenny called out, his voice echoing through the empty house. There was no response. He exchanged a worried glance with his uncle.

"Where are Mom and Dad?" Kenny asked, his voice tinged with concern.

His uncle Simon placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "They're not here, Kenny".

Uncle Simon explained,"They had to go away on a sudden business deal and won't be back for a couple of years."

Tears welled up in Kenny's eyes as the reality of the situation sunk in.

Kenny's heart sank at the news. Two years felt like an eternity to a young boy, and the thought of his parents being so far away filled him with a sense of loneliness. But he tried to push aside his fears and put on a brave face to his uncle.

"Can I at least call them?" Kenny asked, his voice trembling slightly.

His uncle shook his head. "They're in a place where they can't be reached by phone right now."

With a heavy heart, Krish followed his uncle into the living room. After a few minutes, Simon said in a stern voice, "Kenny, it's time for you to pack your things." 

With a heavy heart, Kenny slowly walked back to his room. The walls are adorned with posters of his favorite superheroes, the cozy bed he had slept in for years, the memories that lingered in every corner – all of it would soon be left behind.

With a heavy heart, Kenny began to pack. He folded his clothes neatly, packed his things, and placed his favorite books in a cardboard box. Each item he picked up held a flood of memories, making it harder for him to say goodbye.

Uncle Simon came in to check on Kenny, seeing the expression of sadness on his face. He placed a comforting hand on Kenny's shoulder and said, "It's okay to feel sad, but remember, change can bring new adventures and opportunities."

With those words in mind, Kenny wiped away his tears and finished packing. As he zipped up his suitcase, he made a silent vow to embrace the unknown ahead.

The car was loaded with Kenny's belongings, and he comfortably settled in the back seat, his piercing eyes watching the world go by as they hit the road.

Kenny gazed out the window, taking in the changing landscapes, the unfamiliar sights, and the promise of a new beginning. Uncle Simon regaled him with stories of their destination, painting a vivid picture of the city and all it had to offer.

Uncle Simon's expression turned to one of concern as he felt the steering wheel wobble. The car veered uncontrollably to the side of the road, and Uncle Simon struggled to keep it steady.

"What's happening, Uncle Simon?" Kenny asked, his voice tinged with worry.

"I think we've had a flat tire, Kenny," Uncle Simon replied, his brow furrowed with concentration. "I'll pull over and check it out."

Uncle Simon maneuvered the car to a safe spot on the shoulder of the road and got out to inspect the damage. Sure enough, the rear tire was completely flat, the rubber shredded from the rough asphalt. Kenny stepped out of the car to join his uncle, the heat of the day enveloping them like a blanket.

"We'll need to change the tire, Kenny," Uncle Simon said, his tone calm but urgent. "I'll get the spare from the trunk."

They worked together to lift the heavy spare tire from the trunk, the jacks and tools scattered around them under the unforgiving sun. Kenny handed Uncle Simon the tools as he loosened the bolts on the flat tire, his muscles straining with effort. Sweat beaded on their foreheads as they worked, the heat of the day making their task even more challenging.

They finally managed to change the tire, and the new one securely in place. They both wiped the sweat from their brows, breathing heavily from the exertion.

"That was tough work, Kenny," Uncle Simon said, his voice tinged with relief.

As they resumed their journey, Uncle Simon drove carefully, wary of any further mishaps on their way to the new city.

As they approached the outskirts of the city, Kenny's jovial mood suddenly shifted. He gripped his stomach, a look of discomfort crossing his face.

"Uncle Simon, I don't feel so good," Kenny said, his voice strained. "My stomach hurts."

Uncle Simon's heart clenched with concern as he glanced at him. He knew they needed to act fast.

"We're almost there, Kenny," Uncle Simon reassured him, his voice soothing. "I'll take you to the nearest hospital."

Uncle Simon spotted the glowing red cross of a medical facility at the next intersection, and Uncle Simon pulled into the parking lot with a sense of urgency.

He helped Kenny out of the car, the young boy wincing with pain. They rushed into the hospital, the cool air conditioning a welcome relief from the stifling heat outside. The bustling activity of the hospital greeted them as they hurried towards the reception desk.

"My nephew is in pain" Uncle Simon explained to the receptionist, his voice urgent.

Kenny was swiftly examined by the doctor, his pain diagnosed as heat cramps. The doctor advised Kenny to drink enough fluids.

Leaving the doctor's office, they made their way to the hospital canteen.

As they sat at a small table, Kenny found himself staring into the glass filled with water. Uncle Simon ordered them both a couple of Apple juice.

Kenny closed his eyes, seeking a moment of quiet amidst the chaos of his mind. And then, it happened.

In the darkness behind his closed eyelids, a vision began to form.