Read it please. And review; also, as I have a sinking feeling no one will review this. I want to be proven wrong!

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What will happen in 2012?

31st December 2011

If you had come to every person's house who read Fan fiction that night, you would've found a most amusing sight.

It was only 5 hours in Western Australia until the date January 1st, 2012 arrived, and a young woman was curled up on the couch, laptop on knees. Her glasses were lopsided on her face, not that it mattered to her, as she was too busy concentrating on the screen before her.

Her neck was slicked with sweat so she tied her messy, un-brushed-for-days blond hair up. Her bright blue eyes were so focused on the screen; she did not see her brother sneak up behind her. "Boo!" he shouted, clutching her shoulders. She whipped around, eyes narrowed in anger, and lifted her hand up to whack him. "Go away, Liam! I don't have time for you right now!" She turned back to the screen, her fingers clenched. He ignored her and put his head next to hers, while she unsuccessfully tried to close the screen before he could see. He smirked. "Mum would so kill you if she found out what you were doing!" he taunted, trying to snatch the laptop from her grasp.

"Why do you even bother reading that shit?" he asked, happy that he was annoying her. She turned her head to him once more, ready to throttle him. "As a matter of fact, some of the stories here are quite good," she remarked. She really wanted to kill her 18 year old brother, who was leaning on the arm rest of the couch with a very profound look of disdain on his face. He laughed. "You mean your work? You are so up yourself!" He laughed once more, sitting down on the recliner beside her. He might hang around a bit.

"Storm Hawks? How old are you!?" He roared with laughter.

"I'm 16, for your information," she replied, even though it was a rhetorical question.

"You act so posh! It annoys the shit out of me!" He yawned and stretched out his arms, the stench coming from them catching the girl by surprise. "Ew! You stink! When was the last time you had a shower?" She covered her nose with her arm and wafted the other in his direction. He shrugged his shoulders, a toothy smile plastered on his face. "Can't get rid of me that easy!" he exclaimed. She sighed.

Why was this girl on the laptop so annoyed with her brother? Why was she so focused on the screen? These questions must be in your head now, reader. You'll soon find out.

"I'm Sandra Sully and I'm here in New Zealand, where clocks are ticking down very slowly. No signs of the 2012 disaster yet but—"

"—and the score is 4 for 350 and it seems that Australia has this game in the bag."

"Yes, Jeff, as long as the cricket pitch doesn't blow up or get hit by a tsunami, I'll think Australia will certainly win."

The girl rolled her eyes, watching her mum staring at the T.V intently. She had not inherited her mother's thirst for sport at all. "C'mon Waugh!" her mother yelled.

"Uh, mum—"

"Shut up! C'mon!"

The girl scanned the Storm Hawks archive, looking for something angst-y. She had already read through ALL of her favourite authors stories. She needed something more. If the world was to finish in only a few short hours, she wanted to read every Storm Hawks story there was. Her mother had just scolded her with her eyes the first time she had mentioned it, and told her not to be so superstitious. "The world is not going to end! You're so much like your father!" her mother had said.

The girl took a break from her obsessive reading and decided she'd call her Dad.

"Hey Dad, it's me," the girl murmured.

"Hey, darling, how you doing?" In the background, you could hear the girl's mother screeching at the T.V. "Alright."

"Sounds like your mother's being a total bitch and screaming at the T.V again," he clarified. She laughed. "Yep, some things never change." She added in a whisper, "I miss you so much."

"I miss you too, chicken. I've got to go, call me later?" She nodded then realised he couldn't see it. "Yeah, sure. Bye."

"Bye, Libby."

Libby sighed. It was only 30 minutes before New Zealand would be the first country in the world to have a January 1st, 2012. She was listening to the action on her laptop, as her mum refused to turn the T.V channel over. "You can record it on TiVo," her mother had said snootily. Rather than answering, Libby curled back on the couch and put her headphones in. Her brother was still in the recliner next to her, sipping a Coke.

"What-cha doing?" her brother asked, leaning over her side and accidentally spilling the Coke all down his shirt. "Fuck," he muttered but too lazy to change, just took his shirt off and chucked it in the corner of the room. "You are disgusting," Libby said, glaring at her brother. "I'm awesome; you're the one who reads Fan fiction!" She waved her hand at her brother in a Shoo gesture. "It's 15 seconds before N.Z is in 2012!" she yelled, and her brother scoffed. "You don't believe in that junk, do you?"

5, 4, 3, 2, 1! People screamed with the new years start and the others end. And the best part was that those Mayan people had been wrong! There were no tsunamis or earthquakes! But…

Libby looked closely on the computer. Nothing had happened. She felt so silly. But then…

Everyone was gone.

A flash of green light and then suddenly, everyone was gone. The camera that had been recording the footage fell to the ground and all Libby could see was… nothing. No one. A feeling of panic welled up inside of her and she turned to her brother, whose mouth was open in shock. "Oh my God," he said quietly, "Oh my God!"

4 hours. They had four hours before they disappeared. "The bloody Americans," Liam pointed out, "get an extra day then us. Well, I won't stand for it! We're flying to America right now!" He grabbed his sister's wrist, as if to actually drive to the airport. She shook her head and laughed. She didn't know it, but that had been his goal.

She watched in horror as everyone in Sydney disappeared. Tears came to her eyes. Her Dad was in Sydney Harbour. He…he was gone. Just like everyone else. She would be too. In just two hours, she would cease to exist.

They didn't tell their mother for two reasons.

She would've never believed them

They wanted to protect her. It was agonising knowing when you were going to die. They didn't want that for her.

Tears were flowing freely on Libby's cheeks. Her brother did not try to comfort her. He sat on the couch with her, staring straight ahead. He made no move to put his hand on her shoulder, or wipe the tears delicately from her face. No, he would rather not do those things. He didn't know HOW to do those things. He only knew how to cheer people up by making them laugh but this was the wrong situation for that. He breathed in deeply. Why wouldn't this end?

5, 4, 3, 2, 1. They whispered it in unison. A tingling feeling went through their body. They looked at each other and clasped hands. Vertigo swished through both of them. Then, a blinding green light. They were gone.

Libby opened her eyes, her sweaty palm still attached to her brothers. She was in… a place she had seen before. A girl about her age came up to her. Her black hair was not peculiar, but her purple eyes were.

"Dark Ace? I think my machine worked."

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Please review!

I'm going to leave it as a one-shot unless some people want me to continue.