Admitted in Rosewood Academy

As the Headmaster, Thompson, outlined the school's rules and expectations to Uncle Simon, Kenny saw the visions of the future flashing before his eyes with startling clarity. 

A student, his arms laden with books, stumbled over a loose rug, sending the stack of tomes tumbling to the ground with a resounding thud. A bird, its wings flapping frantically, crashed into the window with a dull thud, feathers scattering in all directions. And then, a gust of wind swept through the room, sending papers fluttering into the air. Kenny watched in stunned silence as the scenes played out in front of Kenny like a movie, each frame frozen in time before dissolving into the next.

As the visions subsided, Kenny found himself back in the present, his heart still pounding in his chest. He blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the disorienting sensation that lingered in the air like a ghostly presence.

Uncle Simon's voice drifted towards him, filled with concern. "Kenny, are you alright?" he asked, his brow furrowed with worry. Kenny nodded numbly, unable to find the words to articulate what he had just experienced.

Kenny's mind was racing with a myriad of thoughts and questions. What had just happened? How had I seen those visions of the future? And most importantly, what did it all mean?

As the meeting continued, Kenny struggled to concentrate, his thoughts constantly drifting back to the inexplicable events that had transpired. And then it happened. The student, his arms burdened with a stack of books, tripped over the same rug that Kenny had seen in his vision, the sound of the falling tomes shattering the stillness of the room. Gasps of surprise filled the air as the scene played out exactly as Kenny had seen it moments before.

Just as in his vision, a bird collided with the window, its panicked flapping sending feathers drifting to the ground like snowfall. And then, as if on cue, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, scattering papers in a chaotic whirlwind that mirrored the images that had flashed before Kenny's eyes.

Kenny could only shake his head, his mind reeling with the enormity of what he had just witnessed. 

The visions of the future became a part of him, a strange and wondrous ability that set him apart from others.

Kenny's world is turned upside down when his parents disappear, leaving him with Uncle Simon. He never imagined that his life would take such a drastic turn at the age of seventeen.

Uncle Simon explained the situation to Mister Thompson, who listened attentively, his reassuring presence putting Kenny at ease. The headmaster nodded thoughtfully, understanding the situation.

"Kenny will be starting in the 11th grade," Uncle Simon informed Mr. Thompson. "He is a dedicated student, but with everything that's happened, I'm afraid he might need some time to adjust."

Mr. Thompson nodded in agreement, "We will do everything we can to support Kenny, and make sure he finds his place here."

As they walked through the corridors of the school, Kenny marveled at the grandeur of his new surroundings. The walls were adorned with colorful artwork, and the classrooms bustled with activity. It was a stark contrast to his previous school, but he felt a sense of hope stirring within him.

Uncle Simon and Mister Thompson discussed Kenny's class schedule and extracurricular options, ensuring that he would have a well-rounded educational experience.

All the necessary formalities for Kenny's admission were completed, Headmaster Thompson confirmed to Uncle Simon that Kenny was officially enrolled in the prestigious Rosewood Academy.

"Everything is in order, Kenny can start attending school from tomorrow onward," Headmaster Thompson announced with a sense of satisfaction in his voice.

Kenny and his Uncle Simon emerged from the prestigious Rosewood academy.

Together, they walked to Uncle Simon's car parked nearby. Kenny slid into the passenger seat.

Uncle Simon revved up the engine, the gentle hum of the car filling the quiet afternoon. As uncle Simon drove through the streets of the city, Kenny stared out the window watching the world go by with a hint of longing in his eyes.

Seeing Kenny's sadness, his uncle Simon, with a twinkle in his eye and a gentle smile, decided to lift his nephew's spirits.

Uncle Simon knew how much Kenny loved his bicycle. Determined to bring back the sparkle in Kenny's eyes, he hatched a plan to surprise the young boy with a new bicycle – one that would help him forget the sorrow of his parents' absence, if only for a while.

"Hey, buddy, how about we make a quick stop?" Uncle Simon said, glancing at Kenny with a twinkle in his eye.

Kenny tilted his head curiously, wondering where they could be going. As they pulled up in front of a charming little bicycle shop, Kenny's eyes widened with surprise.

"Whoa, Uncle Simon, are we getting a bicycle?" Kenny asked, his voice tinged with excitement.

Kenny's affection for bicycles stemmed from his very first one – a shiny red beauty that his parents had gifted him when he aced his school exams and topped the class. It was a token of their pride and love for their son, and Kenny cherished it dearly. The memories of riding through the streets on that special bicycle were etched in his memories.

Uncle Simon nodded, a smile spreading across his face. "I thought it was time for you to have your own wheels, Kenny."

Kenny's heart swelled with joy as they entered the shop, the scent of rubber and metal filling his nostrils. Shiny bicycles of all shapes and sizes lined the walls, each one a promise of adventure and freedom.

Uncle Simon talked to the shopkeeper, a friendly man with a bushy beard, about finding the perfect bicycle for Kenny. After trying out a few models, Kenny's eyes lit up when he laid his gaze on a sleek red bicycle with red racing stripes.

"Can I have this one, Uncle Simon!" Kenny asked eagerly, his face beaming with delight.

Uncle Simon nodded, patting Kenny's shoulder affectionately. "Of course, Kenny, let's get this bicycle home."

They drove back home with the new bicycle safely strapped to the back of the car.

It had been a night filled with nerves for Kenny as he slept with thoughts of his parents. He had just moved to a new town.

On the next day, the sun peeked over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the sleepy town as the birds chirped a cheerful melody.

It was time for him to start a new day at Rosewood Academy, the new school that awaited him. 

After a quick breakfast of toast and orange juice, Kenny put on his school uniform, a crisp white shirt and navy blue pants. He grabbed his backpack and slung it over his shoulders before heading out the door, his new red bicycle gleaming in the morning light.

As he pedaled down the streets towards Rosewood academy, he saw the vision of a young girl, no older than him, wearing the same school uniform as him, her long hair fluttering in the breeze, stepping onto the crosswalk ahead. But just as she reached the middle of the road, a puddle of water appeared out of nowhere and was slippery. The girl's foot slipped, and she began to fall, her eyes wide with fear.