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.