Argue with Tony

After the mysterious Hat man left the place with his car. Kenny exclaimed, "Guys, I'm telling you, there's someone following us!", eyeing the street suspiciously. "the mysterious Hat man!"

Emma looked up, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Kenny, you really need to lighten up. You think every shadow is a stalker."

"He's not a shadow! He's a guy! Who is following one of us" Kenny shot back.

Tony chuckled, leaning in closer. "So let me get this straight, you've seen him? That makes him a stalker all of a sudden?"

"Yes, i think!" Kenny insisted. "It's super creepy." Tony said.

Emma shook her head, trying to stifle her giggles. "Kenny, it's more likely he's just a fellow coffee customer.'"

"You don't get it!" Kenny said, now fully animated. "What if he's part of a secret spy or something else? Maybe he's monitoring one of us!"

Tony burst into laughter, causing a couple of patrons to glance over. "Sure, Kenny. Because that's the top priority. Next, you'll tell me he's an alien."

"Aliens are totally possible," Kenny replied, deadpan. "But seriously, I think we should call the cops!"

Emma rolled her eyes dramatically. "Why don't you just go over and ask him why he's following us? You know, like a normal person?"

Kenny recoiled as if she'd suggested jumping into a volcano. "Absolutely not! What if he's dangerous? Or worse?"

"That settles it then," Tony declared, a mischievous grin on his face. "You're definitely scared of something."

"Shut up, Tony!" Kenny shot back, blushing furiously.

"Alright, look!" Kenny said. "I'm going to go speak to him if I see him one more time."

"Good luck!" Tony called after him, barely concealing her laughter.

Kenny, Emma, and Tony walked in silence along the street, their footsteps echoing softly on the pavement. The time was almost six o'clock and the evening, the only sound breaking the stillness being the occasional rustle of leaves in the breeze. The trio had just finished the argument about the mysterious person. But as they went their separate ways, Kenny couldn't shake the feeling of unease that had settled deep in his mind. Said bye to Tony and Emma Kenny reached Uncle Simon's home with his bicycle.

Entering the dimly lit house, Kenny tossed his bag onto the table and collapsed onto the threadbare couch. His mind raced with thoughts of the mysterious figure he had seen lurking in the shadows earlier that evening and argument with Tony.

As Kenny sat lost in thought, a knock on his door jolted him back to the present. It was his Uncle Simon,"Kenny, are you there?" Uncle Simon's voice called from the other side of the door.

Startled, Kenny rose from his bed and made his way to the door. He opened it to find his uncle standing there, his face etched with concern."Uncle Simon, what brings you here?" he asked, wondering what had prompted his uncle's unexpected visit to his room.

Simon stepped into the room, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "I couldn't wait to ask you about the football match today! I heard there was a thrilling game, and I wanted to know who emerged victorious," he exclaimed, his enthusiasm palpable.

Kenny's heart skipped a beat. He knew the outcome of the match, having glimpsed it in a vision just moments before. The tension gripped him as he grappled with the ethical dilemma of revealing the future to his uncle.

"Why are you looking so upset, Kenny?" Simon's voice cut through his turmoil, his concern growing more pronounced. "Is something troubling you, Kenny?".

Kenny's heart skipped a beat. He knew what was coming, the outcome of the match already playing out in his mind's eye. The familiar sense of inevitability filled over him, and he struggled to maintain his composure. "I...I'm not sure, Uncle Simon. I haven't really been keeping up with the sports news," Kenny replied, his voice betraying a hint of apprehension.

Uncle Simon's brow furrowed, sensing something amiss in Kenny's response. He studied his nephew intently, a flicker of suspicion dancing in his eyes. "Why are you looking so upset, Kenny? Is everything okay?" Uncle Simon probed, his concern deepening.

Kenny hesitated, unsure of how to explain the turmoil raging within him. How could he reveal his gift to Uncle Simon, to anyone? The weight of his secret threatened to crush him, and he struggled to find the right words. "I...I'm just feeling a bit off today, Uncle Simon. Nothing to worry about," Kenny replied, his voice tinged with an edge of desperation.

Uncle Simon regarded Kenny with a mixture of compassion and curiosity, his paternal instincts urging him to delve deeper into his nephew's turmoil. "Kenny, you know you can talk to me about anything, right? You're not alone in this world, no matter how different you may feel," Uncle Simon reassured, his voice gentle yet firm.

Kenny felt a surge of conflicting emotions, torn between the desire to confide in his uncle and the fear of exposing his ability. He wrestled with his internal turmoil, the weight of his secret pressing down on him like a suffocating blanket. "I know, Uncle Simon. It's just...complicated," Kenny murmured, his words barely audible.

Uncle Simon placed a comforting hand on Kenny's shoulder, a gesture of solace in the midst of uncertainty. "Whatever it is, Kenny, I'm here for you. You're family, and we stick together through thick and thin. Trust me with your burden, and we'll face it together," Uncle Simon urged, his voice unwavering in its support.

As Kenny woke up the next morning, the sun peeked through the curtains of his modest bedroom, Kenny knew that another day filled with the unexpected lay ahead.

Without bothering to grab his bicycle, Kenny set off towards the school, his backpack slung over one shoulder. The streets were just beginning to come to life, with the gentle hum of morning activity filling the air. As he rounded a corner, he spotted Emma walking towards him.

"Hey, Kenny!" Emma called out, a bright smile lighting up her face as she approached him. "Heading to school without a bicycle?"

Kenny nodded, returning her smile. "Yeah, just on my way. I forgot to take my bicycle today."

They fell into step together, the silence between them comfortable and familiar.

"I'm sorry about yesterday," Kenny blurted out suddenly, breaking the silence.

Emma looked at him, her expression softening. "It's okay, Kenny. We all have our bad days."

They continued walking, the tension between them slowly dissipating with each step.

Emma fell into step beside him. Kenny felt a sense of comfort whenever he was around Emma. She was kind, funny, and had a way of making even the most ordinary moments feel extraordinary. As they walked, Kenny couldn't help but steal glances at Emma. Tony was in another class so Kenny decided to meet him during lunch time. Both reached their classes and started listening to their teachers lessons.

But Kenny wondered what the next minute would bring – would it be something mundane, like a passing car splashing through a puddle, or something more significant, like a sudden downpour catching them unaware?