Saving Emma

As seen in Kenny's vision, the girl's foot slipped, and she began to fall, her eyes wide with fear.

With a jolt, the vision faded, leaving Kenny shaken but resolute. He knew what he had to do. He pedaled faster, his heart pounding in his chest as he raced to the spot where he had seen the vision unfold. And then, just as he had foreseen, he saw her – the girl from his vision, walking obliviously towards the incident.

Without hesitation, Kenny leaped off his bicycle and sprinted towards her, his voice piercing through the morning chaos, "Stop, Look out!" he shouted.

Kenny's heart raced as he watched the scene play out before him. Without thinking, he peddled his bicycle off the road, the sound of screeching brakes echoing in his ears. 

In an instant, Kenny reached out and grabbed her hand, pulling her back just to safety from the slippery water.

The girl looked up at Kenny, her eyes filled with confusion.

"Are you okay?" Kenny asked, his voice shaking with adrenaline.

The girl nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps, "Yes, I don't know what happened, I just froze."

Before Kenny could say anything else, she ran off into the crowd, leaving him standing there, his mind reeling from the intensity of the moment.

Realizing he was now late for his first day at his new school, Kenny hurriedly made his way to the Rosewood academy school.

He made his way through the corridors, nodding to classmates and teachers who greeted him with warmth and curiosity.

He had always been punctual, a trait that set him apart from his peers, and he took pride in his reputation for never being late.

As Kenny entered the classroom for the first class of the day, the chemistry teacher, Mr. Michael, stood at the front of the room, his spectacles perched on the edge of his nose as he addressed the students. 

Mr. Michael, a kind-hearted man with a passion for science, welcomed Kenny with a warm smile, introducing him to the class as the new student who had joined midway through the term.

Just as the introductions were made, a voice interrupted from outside the classroom, drawing everyone's attention.

The door swung open, and in walked a young girl, her black hair falling in waves around her face.

Kenny's heart skipped a beat as he turned to see the late arrival, his breath catching in his throat. It was her – the same girl he had seen that morning, her eyes wide with surprise as she realized she was in the same class as her mysterious savior.

Everyone sat in their respective seats. Mister Micheal started his chemistry lesson. Throughout the class, Kenny found it hard to concentrate because of his parents' memories, but he slowly attached himself to the new environment.

After a time, his mind wandered back to the events of the morning and the strange coincidence that had brought them together once again. When the final bell rang, signaling the end of the session, the young girl gathered her courage and approached him, determined to learn his name.

"Hey," she said, her voice soft and melodic, "I never got to thank you properly for this morning".

Kenny replied with his tentative voice, "I'm Kenny,".

The young girl replied, "Thank you for saving me, Kenny, I'm Emma."

Kenny smiled, his eyes meeting hers with a sense of shared understanding. "I was just in the right place at the right time," he replied modestly.

But deep down, Kenny knew that it was more than just luck that had brought them together that day. It was a twist of fate, a glimpse of the future that had guided his actions and led him to where he was meant to be.

Their brief introduction was interrupted by the distant sound of the next class bell, signaling the start of their English lesson.

The students filed into the room and took their seats, the desks arranged in neat rows facing the chalkboard.

At the front of the room stood a woman with a gentle smile and a twinkle in her eye – Matilda, the English teacher known for her passion for literature and her ability to inspire even the most reluctant students.

"Good afternoon, class," Matilda greeted them with a warm smile. "I hope you're all ready for another exciting lesson today."

Kenny sat at the back of the English class, his eyes fixed on Miss Matilda as she droned on about Shakespeare. But Kenny wasn't paying much attention to the lesson at hand. Instead, his mind was focused on the visions that had been seen the past few days.

Sometimes, he would see flashes of the future, exactly one minute before they happened. It was a strange and unnerving power that he couldn't quite control. At first, it was exciting, like watching a movie before it was even filmed. But as the visions became more frequent, Kenny started to feel overwhelmed by the constant barrage of images.

Kenny realized he had somehow gained the power to see one minute into the future, but he had no control over it. Each time he had a vision, time would freeze, and then resume where it had left off in real life.

Terrified and confused, Kenny struggled to make sense of his newfound ability. He tried to focus on stopping the visions from coming, but it was no use. So he started trying to control.

He closed his eyes and concentrated, took a deep breath and focused on his breathing, willing the images to stay in his control.

One minute later, the vision hit him like a tidal wave. He saw the classroom door swing open, and the school Headmaster Thompson walked in, a stern look on his face. Kenny's heart raced as he tried to make sense of what he was seeing. What was the principal doing here? And why did he look so nervous?

But this time, Kenny was determined not to let the vision control him. He took another deep breath and forced himself to stay calm. He focused on the details of the vision, trying to make sense of them and figure out what he needed to do.

As the clock ticked closer to the predicted event, Kenny's body tensed up. And then, just as he had seen, the classroom door swung open, and the headmaster, Thompson, came. Kenny's pulse quickened, but he forced himself to stay still, to stay in control. The principal's gaze swept across the room, finally landing on Kenny.

"Kenny, can I speak with you outside for a moment?" Mister Thompson said, his voice stern.

Kenny felt a surge of panic, but he pushed it aside. This was it. This was the moment he had seen in his vision. He knew what he had to do.

With a deep breath, Kenny stood up, his legs feeling like jelly. As he made his way to the door, he could feel the eyes of his classmates boring into his back. But he didn't look back. He kept his focus on the headmaster, on the task at hand.

Kenny greeted the headmaster. "Good afternoon, sir?"

Thompson's gaze was piercing, as if he could see through the facade Kenny was putting up. "I have an urgent matter to discuss with you."

Thomson continued, "every year, Rosewood Academy participates in the city football tournament."

Kenny's heart skipped a beat, the pieces of the puzzle falling into place. He knew what was coming next – the academy had no goalkeeper for the upcoming tournament.

Thompson continued, his tone grave. "We are in desperate need of a skilled goalkeeper, and I heard about your skill in football from your previous school, as your uncle Simon said."

Kenny's heart raced when Thomson asked, "Would you be willing to join the Rosewood team as our goalkeeper for the tournament?"

Kenny blinked with a series of thoughts because he didn't even play football in his past school.