She waited.
And waited for the New Year to arrive, finally.
Listening to her favorite songs as she waited, seemingly endlessly, the girl began to get pretty bored and tired. Yawning, small tears started to escape her eyes, and turned temporarily blind as she tried to make out the numbers in the bottom-right corner of her HP laptop screen.
"11:58 pm." She read. "Only 2 more minutes and it'll be 2011."
She felt another yawn trying to escape her mouth, begging her to go to sleep on her couch-turned-bed she used at night in her apartments living room, but she persisted.
Looking over at the whiteboard that hung close to her desk, the girl looked at the attached whiteboard calendar that she used all year. Every day of December crossed out except for the very last day of the last month.
"11:59." The clock read again.
The song on her Youtube channel started to fade, and she knew that it was almost time to pick another from her infinite amount of videos saved in her favorites.
An update pop-up showed, and said that the computer needed to restart in order to get the up-dates complete. Clicking on the "postpone" button on the annoying window, she set it for 1 hour reminder, and it disappeared from sight.
She looked at the digital clock on her laptops bar, and it suddenly morphed into midnight. Getting up from her chair at her desk, she turned to the whiteboard calendar that hung not 3 feet to her left. Grabbing a dry-erase marker, she crossed out December 31, 2010. The girl turned to look at the cork board that hung directly above her desk. Little notes and art pictures were pinned to the cork underneath the enormous and colorful world map. Clinging onto the South Pacific Ocean, just west of Chile, was a new 2011 calendar. The picture was of a Grey Wolf, dusted with snow, and sitting on the crushed frozen liquid.
Using the dry-erase marker that was still in her left hand, the teen circled January 1, 2011, and wrote "Happy New Year" with-in the black bold line.
"Happy New Year, everyone." She congratulated to the air solemnly. The only reply she got, however, was the sound of a completely empty and still 1-roomed apartment.
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!
I hope everyone'll enjoy 2011, and hopefully will stick to their New Years resolution.
I haven't made any at all though. (Unless ya count "Get a boyfriend" one.)
So about this story. I know it's a bit sad, but I really hope ya liked it. I based it on what I did the moment New Years started though. Apparently whenever I do something, even if it's just walking, I have to describe it in the most story-like way. So I decided to relieve that by actually doin' this.
So...
GOOD LUCK AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!