Kenny's New Power

Kenny nodded, reaching for his own glass and took a sip of water. Closing his eyes, he tried to steady himself, but instead of darkness, he was met with a series of vivid images flashing before his mind's eye.

In his vision, he saw a waiter approaching their table with a tray of drinks. Simon reached out for a glass of apple juice, his hand shaking slightly. The waiter's expression changed to one of the concerns as he placed the glass in front of Simon.

Kenny's heart raced as he opened his eyes, the vision still clear in his mind. He watched in disbelief as the scene unfolded exactly as he had seen it. The waiter approached, the tray of drinks in hand. Simon reached out for the apple juice, his hand trembling just as in Kenny's vision.

Simon took a sip of the juice, a pained expression flickering across his face. Kenny's mind whirled with confusion and fear. How was this possible? Was he losing his mind?

"Kenny, what's wrong?" Simon's voice broke through his thoughts, concern etched on his face.

Kenny forced a smile, trying to push down the rising panic. "Just... a strange hallucination moment, I guess Uncle."

But deep down, he knew it was more than that. Something inexplicable was happening to him, something beyond his comprehension. 

As he glanced around the canteen and closed his eyes again, willing the visions to stay away, but they came rushing back with even more intensity.

This time it was like a shiver running down his spine, making him uneasy. He shook his head, trying to brush off the strange sensation, but it lingered, causing his heart to race.

Uncle Simon looked at Kenny with concern, "Is everything okay, Kenny?"

Kenny nodded, trying to appear casual. However, as he took a sip of his apple juice, a sudden vision flashed before his eyes.

He saw a vision of the next minute playing out before him, like a movie in fast-forward.

In his vision, he saw a young girl at the next table, her hand reaching out for a fallen napkin. A waiter approached their table, carrying a tray of freshly squeezed juices. Just as the waiter reached Kenny's table, his foot caught on a stray napkin, causing him to trip and lose his balance. The tray tilted precariously, sending the glasses of juice teetering on the edge of disaster.

Startled, Kenny's eyes flew open just in time to witness the events unfolding exactly as he had seen in his vision.

He saw the girl picking up the napkin exactly as he had seen. The waiter stumbled, the glasses of juice on the tray began to wobble dangerously, and the canteen fell silent as everyone held their breath.

But this time, something was different. In a split-second decision, Kenny sprang into action. With lightning reflexes, he reached out and caught the waiter before he could hit the ground. The glasses of juice hovered in midair for a heartbeat before Kenny steadied the tray, saving the drinks from spilling.

The canteen fell silent as the customers and staff alike watched in awe at Kenny's quick reflexes. The waiter steadied himself, looking both shocked and grateful as Kenny handed him back the tray with a reassuring smile. Uncle Simon, who had been observing the scene with a twinkle in his eye, chuckled softly.

But Kenny said in his mind, How was it possible to foresee this exact sequence of events moments before they occurred? Was it merely a coincidence or something more inexplicable?

Kenny's head swam with a whirlwind of emotions: fear, disbelief, and a flicker of excitement at the prospect of having a unique ability. Could it be possible that he was gifted with the power to perceive events before they happened? The idea was both thrilling and terrifying in equal measure.

They made their way out of the canteen and Uncle Simon took his car from the parking lot.

Kenny sat in the front seat of Uncle Simon's car as they drove through the dark streets toward Simon's home.

The events of the day had unfolded in a way he could never have predicted, leaving him with more questions than answers.

This made Kenny's mind like pieces of a puzzle he couldn't quite put together.

Finally, they pulled up to Uncle Simon's quaint little house at the edge of town. Kenny stepped out of the car into the cool night air. He followed Uncle Simon inside, the familiar warmth of the house enveloping him like a hug.

As they settled into the cozy living room, Uncle Simon poured them both a hot cup of tea. Kenny wrapped his hands around the warm mug, and took a sip.

Uncle Simon sat across from him, his gaze steady and unwavering. "Kenny, I know tonight must have been overwhelming for you," he began, his voice gentle.

Both went to sleep that night after a while and next morning uncle Simon took Kenny to the new school for his studies.

On his first day at the new school, Kenny felt nervous and out of place. But he wasn't alone.

It was the beginning of a new school year, and Kenny was set to attend the 11th grade at a prestigious boarding school. His Uncle, Simon, had taken it upon himself to accompany Kenny.

As they approached the grand gates of the academy, Kenny's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and nerves.

Together, they made their way through the bustling campus, passing groups of students chatting animatedly, their laughter echoing in the air.

Finally, they reached the Headmaster's office, a stately building with stained-glass windows that bathed the room in multicolored light. Uncle Simon knocked on the heavy wooden door, and a deep voice beckoned them inside. The Headmaster, a distinguished man with a silver beard and piercing eyes, rose from his desk to greet them.

"Welcome, young man," he said, his voice resonating with authority and kindness. "I am pleased to meet you, Kenny, I have heard things about you told by your uncle."

Kenny sat up a little straighter in his chair.

As the Headmaster outlined the school's rules and expectations, Kenny's mind drifted momentarily. He felt a strange sensation wash over him. Colors blurred, sounds melded into a cacophony, and for a split second, Kenny saw the flashes of the next minute playing out before him again.