It was 9:47 and Boy #17 Michael Dixon looked out the window of the jumbo jet him and his classmate were riding to their field trip. The year was 2050 and the world was at its peak in artificial technology. Whole restaurants were being run by computers and the word "gas" was almost unheard of. Cars were now solar-powered which, economically, saved the world leaders billions of dollars ever since the early years of two thousand. The school in particular that they were coming from was "St. Monteagro's" which was a relatively new school it was only made about 5 years ago. The city was airstrip #27. The reason behind the name was that the city was used as a base for war planes to land on if ever in trouble. The world changes the most of the past 30 years make airstrip #27 one of the only islands in the world that could withstand building, railways, and what not without sinking. Airstrip #27 had a population of about 53 million civilians making it a relatively small city, compared to the world. Michael looked around at his classmates. A lot of them were from different countries which made it weird. Like seeing a Japanese student talking to an Irish student? Talk about stupid. That was one of the reasons he hated his class, it was so mismatched. He looked directly across the isle and saw Girls #14 Tomi Tanka and #12 Mai Tanka giggling over something that was probably the most overrated thing ever. They were best friend for the past three years and looked almost identical; you would probably never guess that they weren't related. He looked further down the isle and saw Girl #3 Vicki Sloan chatting with her friend Boy #9 Ryan Kiddie. Vicki was sort of weird. Michael would sometimes see her reading a book on Wayne Gacy while listening to some stupid boy band (wow, talk about multitasking). Ryan Kiddie was basically the male version of Vicki, except he was a little more violent. He once punched Boy #13 Malcomn Tristram for spitting a wad of toilet paper at the back of his head, so he was pretty damn temper mental. This time Michael looked from the back of the row to the front. He saw Boy #19 Seymour Buntz sitting straight up. Seymour was like the walking dead, he had pale skin and was pretty tall for his age. He came from Germany but he didn't really talk a lot, along with a few other students in the class. Michael heard the rumble of the jet get a little louder and decided he might as well sleep for awhile. 44 Students remain.