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Chapter 1: John

John’s day started off well, interesting. First he woke up to hearing his mother yell from the kitchen, “What happened!” He opened his eyes and noticed that he was sleeping on the living room sofa rather than the top of his bunk bed. But he pushed this thought out of his head, he wanted to see what made his mother yell like that. He started to run down the hallway towards the kitchen but when he was half way there he heard his mom, “Oh the milk,” she sobbed, “it was so young!” This was slightly more normal, he slowed down, at least he knew she hadn’t discovered a dead body. When John came into the kitchen he saw everything that should have been in the refrigerator stacked up on the kitchen counter. “Cleaning?” asked John. His mother shook her head still looking very worried. “This morning, when I came down to make breakfast I saw all this out,” she said, “and look what happened to the milk!” She stared sobbing again and pointed to a carton of spoiled milk. “Look, mom, calm down,” said John, “it was just milk.” “It was more than just any old milk,” she sobbed, “it was Crescent Ridge one present!” John said nothing. His mom’s sobs became softer and softer until she wasn’t crying at all. John decided now would be a good time to ask his question. “If all this stuff is out here what’s in the frig?” he asked. “I don’t know,” his mom admitted, “But I doubt there’s anything. Maybe a burglar got hungry and was looking for something good to eat.” She smiled faintly. “Mind if I check?” asked John. “Oh, I’m sure it’s nothing, but if you get ready and eat breakfast quickly then maybe we could take a look together.” said his mom. “OK, fine.” said John and he was about to go up when suddenly he remembered about waking up down stairs. “Wait, mom,” he said, “something really weird happened when I woke up this morning.” “What sweetie” “Well I was on the down stairs sofa. What does that mean?” “You probably just sleep walked.” replied his mom. “I guess so…” said john and he walked up stairs little did he know that at 3:00 pm that day his life, would change, forever...

Chapter 2: Max

Max was very smart for a boy of 14, even by the standards of the year 5027. He could remember the 124 digits of pi, not to mention had made a working hover car (that could hold 700 lb. 200 feet in the air) at the age of 9. He was proud of those things and many others accomplishments but it’s hard to stay happy if the world’s going to end in about 12 years. Scientists are still looking for other planets to live on but no planets close enough to get to could support life. There are stories about a man who built an enormous space ship that could half of Earth’s population but somehow got destroyed in space. If those stories were true it would be great because according to them the ship could move 14 light years per hour instead of the normal 3. So the world should be safe except, on its first trip into deep it some how got destroyed. Of course the only proof of the ship and its accident is very, very little oil in the world and a dangerously low population of about 1,200,460,750. Max wanted to make that ship if that ship was made again but using more current technology it would save the world! The only problem was, he wasn’t that smart. After all building a legendary space ship is much harder than making a hovercraft. The thing is Max has a plan, since he was 5 he’s been working on his plan and he believes (for the thirty-second time) that he just needs to tie up a few loose ends. At the time though he didn’t know it he had more than “a few” loose end to tie but he was closer to success than ever before. “Come down for breakfast Max! It’s your turn for tablet number seven but if you don’t come down right now I’ll give it to your sister!” called Max's mom. “Fine, I'm coming! Just don’t give it to her!” yelled Max in reply. “Well hurry!” Max was up in his room working on his invention, I’m so close to finishing! Why do I have to go the school? It can be such a waste of time, this is so much more important! Well, I still better go, don’t want to get in trouble. He picked up his remote and pressed a red button. Instantly his wall unfolded like green line trolley doors and the rolling platform his invention was on rolled into the space allowing the doors to close. With the floor of his room now bare he pocketed his remote and headed downstairs.

Chapter 3

John, up in his room, continued working on his invention it was becoming extremely hard to hide his works now that it was already becoming so big, he had to keep every part separate. Even that was now way to hard because soon he would have to work on big parts or ones that had to be added together. “Breakfast!” called his mo from down stairs. John hid his part away and headed downstairs, he was starving. When he sat down his dad, and to surprise his mom whom he did not think would get over what happened in the kitchen for some time, both looking very serious. “What?” asked John. “Well, ummm, you see.” John’s father tried. John braced himself for bad news. “Well, your mother and I have decided that were moving. To Arizona for a new job I got.” John grimaced, he didn’t want to move. He liked it here. “You’ve always said you’d like to see the desert,” added his mom “now we’d be living in it.” John brightened. He had a plan. “How far would I be able to go into it? The desert I mean.” “Oh yes that’s more good news! Nobody really owns the desert so you could explore as much as you want!” said his mom hoping to keep John cheered up. John smiled, everything was going according to his recently made plan.

Chapter 4: Failure

Ok, connect the red wire with the black one, wait! No! To the green one with the black tape on it. Whoa that was close. Max wiped his brow. It was after school and he was back to working on his invention. Ok, should I hook the thing up to my remote or should I let it be. It would kind of be a waste of time to do so and I’m on a time limit. Then again you never what I’ll need where I’m going to use it. Yeah, I think I will set it up. About three hours later… “Finished!” John yelled accidentally. He hastily put his hands to his mouth. “Ok, time to try it out.” he whispered. He slowly started to move his finger towards a dark blue button on his remote, cherishing the moment. Time seemed to slow yet he finally found him pressing a cool blue button. Lights started flashing everywhere on his machine. A keyboard folded out of John’s remote. He started typing into it, when he was done he pressed the blue button again and the keyboard folded up and stowed itself. A hot mist surrounded him. Everything was working! Suddenly his eyes stared stinging like crazy, he couldn’t see a thing. He also couldn’t breath, that’s when it hit him: Of course! Smoke! That’s why it was a hot mist and not a cool one. It was smoke! Well right now I need to find a way to not die. My room is sealed and I can’t breath! Wait I have an idea! Fans! Max looked around for his remote but couldn’t see it in the smoke. Oh well I can always use my watch. He pressed a button on his watch and wheezed into it, “Fans, on.” Instantly the fans silently turned on and the smoke was sucked out of his room. Max was relived and disappointed; he had lived but, his machine had failed.