who is that?

They settled in, their laughter echoing through the cafeteria. It was then that Kenny felt it. A strange sensation when his hand accidentally brushed against Emma's. It was as if a charge of electricity had passed between them. And in that moment, a vision flashed before his eyes. But it was different this time. It wasn't just his own future that he saw; he could see what Emma was about to do in the next minute.

His heart raced as he watched Emma reach for her drink, only to knock it over, spilling the contents onto the table. The vision faded, leaving Kenny in a state of shock. His powers had expanded, and he was now able to see the future actions of those around him.

Tony, oblivious to Kenny's inner turmoil, cracked a joke that sent Emma into a fit of laughter. Kenny watched in suspense, waiting for the inevitable spillage of the drink. And just as he had seen in his vision, Emma's hand knocked the cup over, the liquid cascading onto the table.

Kenny's mind reeled with possibilities. How had his powers grown? Was this a one-time occurrence, or was this a permanent change? He struggled to make sense of it all, his hands shaking slightly as he tried to piece together the puzzle that his life had become.

As Kenny tried to make sense of his ability, he felt a strange pull towards Tony. Without fully understanding why, he reached out and touched Tony's hand. In that moment, a vision flashed before Kenny's eyes, revealing Tony with a mischievous grin, reaching out to sneak a cookie from the dessert tray which Emma is having.

Startled by the sudden vision, Kenny watched in real-time as Tony's hand hesitated near the tray of delicious cookies. Tony, usually the prankster, was known for his sneaky antics, but this time, Kenny was one step ahead. He knew what Tony was up to before Tony even made a move.

In the vision, Kenny could see the future unfolding before his eyes. He saw Tony's hand inching closer to the cookie, his eyes darting around to make sure no one was watching. But just as Tony's fingers brushed against the edge of the dessert tray, Kenny was already there, a step ahead of him.

With a quick reflex, Kenny intercepted Tony's hand, causing Tony to jump in surprise. For a split second, Tony's eyes widened in confusion, trying to comprehend how Kenny had managed to stop his plan before it even began.

Kenny couldn't help but stifle a laugh as he saw the confused expression on Tony's face. It was almost comical how Tony, had been caught off guard by Kenny's sudden intervention.

It was lunchtime at the bustling school cafeteria, Kenny decided to put his new ability to the test.

So he planned to make his way through the crowded tables. With each touch on a person's shoulder or a light pat on the back of his classmates, he planned to catch a glimpse of what was about to unfold in the next minute.

Kenny spotted his known friend, George , sitting at a table with a group of classmates.

Suddenly, Kenny rose from his seat, causing Tony and Emma to exchange puzzled glances. "Where are you going, Kenny?" Tony inquired, in confusion.

Kenny offered a cryptic smile. "Just to see George at the other table," he replied, his voice tinged with a mysterious edge that piqued the curiosity of his friends.

Tony and Emma watched as Kenny seamlessly weaved through the maze of tables and students. As he approached George's table, Kenny's gaze locked with the other boys.

George raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a knowing smile. "What brings you over here, Kenny?" he asked, his tone laced with amusement.

Kenny grinned, and said, "Just had a feeling I should come over," he replied vaguely, careful not to reveal the true nature of his ability.

Without hesitation, he made his way over and lightly tapped George on the shoulder. Instantly, Kenny's vision blurred for a moment, and he saw Mike's face scrunch up in a sneeze. Kenny couldn't help but stifle a laugh as he watched Mike fumble for a tissue and let out a loud "Achoo!" just as he had seen.

After that Kenny, Tony and Emma were chatting and laughing when suddenly a loud crash echoed through the room. Startled, Kenny's eyes widened as he saw the vision of tray slipping from the hands of a student and crashing onto the floor, causing a chaotic mess of food and utensils.

In that split second of witnessing the future, Kenny instinctively reached out and pulled Emma away just in time, narrowly avoiding the spillage that would have landed right on her. Emma looked at him in surprise, not quite understanding how Kenny had managed to react so quickly.

After having lunch in the school cafeteria, they spent the time talking about the game and the time was almost four o'clock in the evening and school was also over. So the three friends decided it was best to head back to their respective homes.

Emma walked beside Kenny and Tony. Unknown to Kenny, his hand brushed against Emma's in a casual gesture, sending a jolt of electricity through Kenny. Kenny's eyes widened in surprise as he saw the vision of a mysterious figure loomed in the shadows. But this time, Kenny's vision remained elusive, clouded by an unknown force.

As they walked through the quiet streets of Greenwoods, Kenny couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. He stayed close by her side, trying to reassure her that everything would be okay. But Kenny's unease grew with every step they took.

Suddenly, a shadowy figure appeared from the darkness, following them at a distance. Kenny's heart raced as he realized his vision was coming true. he quickened his pace, urging Emma and Tony to do the same.

The figure seemed to move closer, its presence sending a shiver down kenny's spine. he knew they had to find a safe place, away from the mysterious stalker. As they turned a corner, Kenny spotted a familiar building—a quaint bookstore with a welcoming light spilling out from its windows.

Without hesitation, kenny urged Emma and Tony to follow him inside. The bell above the door tinkled softly as they stepped into the cozy bookstore, its shelves filled with stories waiting to be told. The warm scent of old books enveloped them, offering a sense of comfort in the midst of uncertainty.

As they caught their breath, Kenny realized they were not alone. The bookstore owner, an elderly woman named Mrs.Amanda, looked up from her book with a kind smile. "Welcome, dearies. What brings you in on this late night?" she asked, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

Kenny took a deep breath, his voice steady despite the fear lingering in his heart. "We're being followed. Can we stay here for a while until it's safe?" he asked, his eyes darting towards the window, searching for any sign of the mysterious stalker.

Mrs. Amanda's expression softened, understanding the gravity of the situation. "Of course, you're all welcome to stay here as long as you need. My bookstore is always open to those seeking refuge," she said, gesturing towards a cozy corner with plush armchairs and soft blankets.

As Emma, Tony, and Kenny settled into the comfortable nook, a sense of calm released over them. The tension ebbed away, replaced by a feeling of safety and warmth. Mrs. Amanda brought them hot tea and homemade cookies, her presence a soothing balm in their time of need.

Hours passed, the night deepening outside the bookstore's windows. Emma, Tony, and Kenny shared stories and laughter, their apprehension slowly fading away. Mrs. Amanda regaled them with tales of the town's history, her voice gentle and reassuring.

Just as the first light of dawn began to peek through the windows, a familiar figure entered the bookstore. It was Kenny's uncle , Simon, his face etched with concern. "I've been looking everywhere for you, Kenny. Are you all right?" he asked, his eyes scanning the group gathered in the cozy corner.

Kenny nodded, relief flooding through him at the sight of his uncle. "We're okay, thanks to Mrs. Amanda. She saved us from a dangerous situation," he explained, gratitude evident in his voice.

Simon's gaze shifted to Emma and Tony, his brow furrowing in question. Kenny recounted the events of the night, including Kenny's warning and the mysterious stalker who had followed them. Simon listened intently, his expression growing somber as he realized the gravity of the situation.

"I'll make sure you all get home safely," uncle Simon said firmly, his protective instincts kicking in. With a nod from Mrs. Amanda, who offered her blessings for their safe journey, the group prepared to leave the bookstore.

As they stepped outside Emma and Tony reached their homes by Uncle Simon's car and after leaving them uncle Simon and Kenny reached their homes.

The hum of the ceiling fan filled the otherwise quiet room, its rhythmic whirring the sole distraction to the thoughts now raging through Kenny's mind, "who is the shadowy person?".