what's in the bag?

Kenny replayed the conversation with Tony in his head, analyzing each word.

Lunch time came, Kenny scanned the crowd in the canteen, searching for Tony. He spotted him leaning against the wall, a scowl etched on his face as he talked with his friends. Kenny's stomach churned with nerves as he approached, the memory of their argument from yesterday fresh in his mind.

"Hey, Tony," Kenny said softly, drawing Tony's attention.

Tony turned, his expression hardening as he saw Kenny standing before him. "What do you want?"

Kenny took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I didn't mean what I said. I was just frustrated."

Tony stared at him, his eyes searching Kenny's face for any hint of insincerity. Slowly, the tension in his shoulders ebbed away, replaced by a reluctant acceptance. "Yeah, well, maybe I overreacted too,kenny?"

Tony bid a casual "bye" to his classmates and walked off with Kenny. They made their way to the canteen, eager to grab a snack and catch up with Emma.

As they entered the bustling canteen, their eyes landed on Emma, who was sitting alone at a table near the window, her head buried in a book. Tony and Kenny exchanged knowing looks before making their way over to her.

"Hey, Emma! Mind if we join you?" Tony called out as they approached her table. Emma looked up, a faint smile playing on her lips as she quickly shoved something into her bag.

"Sure, guys. Have a seat," Emma replied, her voice calm and collected. Tony and Kenny couldn't help but notice the slight nervousness in her eyes as she motioned for them to sit down.

As they settled in, Emma turned to Kenny, her gaze curious. "So, Kenny, what made you leave your old school and come here?" she asked, her tone gentle but probing.

Kenny hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around the crowded canteen. Finally, he leaned in closer and whispered, "It's because of my parents' disappearance."

Emma's eyes widened with surprise. "Disappearance? What do you mean?"

Kenny leaned back, his gaze distant as if reliving a painful memory. "My parents were successful business owners, always traveling for work. One day, they left for a business trip and my uncle Simon decided it was best for me to transfer here. I don't know what happened to them and when they will return. I had to move to this city to stay with my uncle and start fresh."

Tony and Emma listened intently as Kenny recounted the memories of his time. They could see the hurt and sadness in his eyes as he spoke, and a pang of sympathy tugged at their hearts.

As Kenny finished his story, a moment of quiet hung over the table. But Today, Emma seemed more pensive than usual, furtively glancing around before reaching into her bag.

Kenny decided to take a more direct approach. "Emma, is everything okay? You seem a bit off today," he said, studying her closely.

Emma looked up, her eyes meeting Kenny's for a brief moment before quickly flicking away. "I'm fine, just a bit tired," she replied, her voice strained.

Kenny knew something strange about her. So he used his vision to understand things clearly. In his vision he saw Emma's hands trembling as her bag unzipped, revealing something like a locket that gleamed in the dim light of the canteen."

"Hey, Kenny, you with us?" Tony nudged Kenny, breaking him out of his thoughts.

Kenny shook his head, trying to focus on the present. "Yeah, just zoned out for a minute there."

Tony chuckled, "You and your deep thoughts, man. Come on, let's grab some food before all the good stuff is gone."

Kenny's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the significance of the locket.

"I should head to class," Emma said, breaking the somber mood. Tony and Kenny nodded, as she prepared to leave.

But as Emma stood up, the zipper of her bag came undone, revealing a glint of metal locket. Before anyone could react, Emma hastily zipped up her bag, her eyes wide with panic.

Tony exchanged surprised glances, the air suddenly thick with tension. What was Emma hiding in her bag? And why did she seem so desperate to keep it hidden?

Before they could ask, Emma simply said a quick goodbye and hurried out of the canteen, leaving Tony and Kenny with a sense of unease hanging in the air.

After she left, both started having their sandwich, the topic of conversation inevitably turned to Emma and the strange incident in the canteen.

"I can't stop thinking about what was in her bag," Tony admitted, his brow furrowed in thought. "Do you think we should confront her about it?"

Kenny hesitated, his mind racing with possibilities. "I'm not sure, Tony. Emma seemed really on edge about it. Maybe we should do some investigating first before jumping to conclusions."

But before they could discuss anything about Emma, the bell rang, signaling the end of the break. So they planned to meet at Brew haven in the evening to talk with Emma.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of classes and homework, but the mystery of Emma's bag lingered in Tony and Kenny's minds.

After the final bell rang, signaling the end of the day, Kenny watched Emma in her seat, who had been acting peculiar, always clutching onto her bag that she seemed desperate to keep hidden.

As they watched Emma pack her things and head towards the school gates Kenny called out, "Hey, Emma," , jogging to catch up with her. "Do you want to grab a coffee with us at Brew Haven?"

Emma hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. She knew they were onto her. Reluctantly, she agreed, the weight of her secret heavier with every step towards the coffee shop.

Tony sat at a corner table waiting for them. When Emma arrived, her bag clutched tightly to her chest, tension hung heavy in the air.

"You wanted to talk, Kenny?" Emma asked, her voice trembling slightly.

Kenny and Tony exchanged a look before Kenny spoke, his tone gentle but firm. "Emma, we've noticed you've been acting strange lately. What's in the bag? Why are you keeping it hidden?"

Emma's eyes widened in panic, her grip on the bag tightening. "It's... it's nothing, just some personal stuff. I promise it's nothing important."