The year is 2019 and the world needs something we all can’t figure it out. The invention society needs something new to help the modern world get around. We finally figured it out a circle! A circle can move and roll and get people place to place. The wheels would be accessible to people in a month we needed people to understand the wheels before they could get behind them! It was T-1 dats until wheels where welcomed to the world, everyone was excited to get places everyone was planning vacations and long journeys once they get their wheels. It was in the afternoon and there was a weird feeling floating around in the air. Everyone felt it. Suddenly in the sky people saw this small white

The great race is today, I’m so nervous. After all, I’ve only just received the newest upgrade. I’ve never been so fast. Always just middle of the crowd mediocre, everyone runs, but only the select win. If you don’t run, how will you make it anywhere? I tie my shoelaces and engage the thrusters. Feeling the adrenaline get pumped through my veins at a rapid speed. But still even the machine isn’t as fast as me. I step outside with my backpack on and prepare for take off. Just a warm up, not even with my new trump card engaged. The schools around 32 miles from my house, I live in the countryside, and it’s one of the biggest reasons I’ve learned to run so quickly. If not, I’d have to leave home way to early. I’m not exactly a morning person. So naturally I just got better at hurrying: I take to highway, dodging the other runners and passing them by. Some of the younger children, those who have just gotten their first upgrade — just small training boots that have mini launchers — take gentle steps, not quite used to running faster than a hurricane. But right now they’re really just a bit faster than a cheetah. I leave them in the dust. It takes just about ten minutes to get to school, I’m rather slow, but I guess it was a good warm up...I’ll have to be much faster now. The kids are lining up, oiling their boots, showing off their enhancements. Once you turn a certain age, they become a part of you. My launchers are already embedded in my calves, and upgrades can morph into me overnight. I know, because they did last night. Already I can activate them with just my thoughts, the red and blue luminescent fluids flooding my systems and running me through with adrenaline. I let it, stepping up to the line and tying my hair back. The competition looks weak, and I know this is my year. An elderly man steps up with a small shot gun, pointing it to the sky, he yells into the crowd. “On your ready - get set,” and with a swift step back he fires, signaling the start. When the dust clears, we’re already gone.

“What are you working on today, Dr Mangalore?” asks Macy. “Mace, I’ve told you before you can just call me Ravi. We have the same qualifications.” He adjusts his glasses. “I know,” she laughs, “I just like being reminded.” With 4 phDs between them (engineering, mechanics and the like), Drs Mangalore and McCall are the best in the business. They’ve made several discoveries that have improved life on earth.

She looks out the floor-length window onto the street. Several workers are doing a maintenance check on the mag-field rails. Since the early 20th century, hovering with the use of electromagnetic fields has been the norm for transport. Before that, elaborate systems of wires and cords with seats dangling below (long distance ski-lifts, basically) or horses and sleighs if you were feeling fancy, were the most popular.

“I feel like we’ve missed something...” mutters McCall, mostly to herself. “What do you mean? If there’s anyone who’d notice details it’s you and your eagle eyes,” he responds without even looking up from his desk. “We’ve invented groundbreaking technology- some of the most complex systems and machines known to man- but I feel like we’ve ignored simpler creations.” She turns back to the window and watches an old man leading his equally old horse in the Sleigh Lane. Maybe this archaic scene will inspire an idea...

“Stop, it’s too early for philosophising,” Mangalore complains, “I haven’t even finished my cereal yet.” He crunches on another spoonful of colourful loops. “I’ve told you not to eat at your desk!” she reprimands, and moves in to snatch his bowl of colourants and sugar. She knocks over the box. “... and you say I’m the one that makes the mess...” he chuckles as she swears and bends down to clean the floor. They both watch, transfixed, as a single, blue loop rolls with ease across the carpet. “I’ve got it!” They both exclaim.

McCall scurries to her station and begins doing calculations, too busy with this new discovery to bother with the sticky cereal stuck to her pants. Mangalore, who’s completely forgotten about his breakfast, begins to run simulations and print models. They smile at each other. They know this is going to change the world.

My legs burned from walking to far. Come to think of it, I was humored by this. We’ve been in and out of space and explored deep into the ocean but yet we can’t solve the fact I have to walk a mile to school every morning. I thought out scientists were smart, but I mean, I can’t even think of anything that would work. I looked at the baker carrying his baked goods up the street to the Gubls family. “Mornin’” he was a jovial man, in shape well from his deliveries. Everyone had great leg muscles. Track season was the busiest. Then the idea cracked into my head like a bat hitting a baseball zooming out behind the stadium. An idea that could change the future forever. But what would I ever call it? Carrier? Nah to basic. What would make the most sense? I ran to my science teacher and told him my idea. He stopped dead in his tracts and helped me build my item them test it out. “What should it be called.” “What’s your last name Stacy?” “Wheeler, why?” “Wheel.” I smiled and looked down at the tiny circle that carried our experiment. I liked the sound of it, a wheel.

2019 looks very futuristic. We have cars with rocket engines, so cars can fly. We have high-tech safety devices because cars are likely to crash if they aren’t maintained well. Thanks to those, nobody is harmed. There are no more shopping carts ever since the flying shopping cart incident. The terrible driver destroyed EVERYTHING. So because of all the craziness due to gas pollution and rocket engines going haywire after a few months, inventors are thinking of something new. They call it weels. Or is it wells? Either way, it’s some sort of spinny thing that makes heavy things more portable and allows planes to move on the ground. It’s not released yet, but scientists are planning on it.

I leap out of bed and run downstairs for breakfast. I have my everyday favorite, cereal and run upstairs to get dressed. After I’m dressed I pack up my things for school. All of the essentials, laptop, books, phone, headphones, extra horse shoes, and my gym clothes. “Bye mom have a good day,” I call up to my mom. Then I go outside to my horse Molly, unhinge her and ride off to school.

My family has three horses, one for each family member. My dad has an American Paint horse named Gallop. Not the brightest name, but he named him when my dad was about six years old. Then there’s my mom. She has a Blaise horse named Shadow because of her dark coat. I have a dapple grey stallion named Molly. She’s really sweet. Although people bully me because I don’t have the most expensive horse. Actually she’s not that much money at all, but she’s very generous horse. We are almost to school when I hear it. A gunshot going off in front of the school.

Many people scatter and so do a lot of horses. I wait until the coast is clear to get a better look at the situation. I take out my phone from my pocket and start to dial 9-1-1 but then I realized they wouldn’t get here in enough time. I give Molly the signal to start trotting around the side to the building where most people would go if we ever had an emergency. Suddenly I hear someone scream after another shot goes off. Cautiously I move closer to where the sound was coming from. As we get closer I see it. A young boy, maybe in 6th grade lying on the floor and next to him is a young girl frantically going through her book bag. I get off from Molly but gave her the signal to stay on guard. “Hey what happened to him?” “He got shot in the leg. I don’t know what to do,” she exclaimed. It looked like she was about to cry. “Hey it’ll be alright....uh....why don’t we use my gym clothes to keep pressure on the wound. To make sure he doesn’t bleed out.” I quickly grabbed my bag and found my gym clothes. I decided to use my pants. They’re longer and would be easier to wrap around his leg. He was frozen in shock. I carefully wrapped my pants around his leg. “We need to get him to a hospital soon. Do you think you could do it? Where is your horse?” “He ran away. I wouldn’t be able to get Bryan to my horse in time.” “I’ll take him to the hospital. It’s only 2 miles away. I can do it.” I picked him up and put him on the back of Molly. I steadied him by placing my hand on us stomach and the other hand on the reigns. Off we road to the hospital.