The BSC see in the new millennium in their 11nth grade year after their success with OTGY! Enjoy!
The BSC Legacy - Book 3: When Numbers Really Count
By: CNJ
PG-13
16: Welcome to the 21st Century, BSC!
Kristy:
"Just a day and a half of the old millennium," I told my friends as we walked out of the deli on Lexington Avenue of New York City.
"Kind of spooky," Claud added.
All of us BSC members were spending New Year's Eve and New Year's Day in the Big Apple at Stacey's dad and stepmom's place. We'd arrived here at around noon and this afternoon we were spending it out on the town, including Mallory and Jessi.
"Then the countdown to Y2K begins in earnest!" Abby added.
"That's going to feel strange writing two and three zeros," Stace put in.
"God, we're living through a moment in history," Mary Anne added. "Something we can tell our kids and grandkids."
"I just hope our computers don't mess things up," Dawn added.
"Me too," Mona agreed. "My mom says most things here are Y2K-ready."
We passed by several vendors selling Y2K T- shirts and souvenirs. We'd bought some stuff earlier and were debating on whether to keep it all or put some of the stuff into a time capsule and bury it into the ground for future generations to find.
It was a couple of T-shirts, a sweatshirt, pencils, a cap, and smaller desk supplies as well as a screen-saver disk.
It was windy and cold and at Times Square, we could see the ball way up toward the sky, getting ready to be dropped tomorrow night at the stroke of midnight.
On the top floors of the hotel were people scurrying around getting everything ready for the New Year's festivities. Almost everything is booked and has been for months.
We're lucky because Samantha's office is within view of the Times Square Ball and she has a 24-hour pass to the office.
She'll be able to have us bring our sleeping bags there and stay overnight in her office and see the ball drop firsthand. Good thing, since I'm sure by tomorrow afternoon, the whole world and their mother will be here crowding the square.
"Wish there was a tree around," Jessi told us.
"Why?" Anna asked.
"So we could write The BSC was here at Y2K or something," Jessi explained. We all grinned.
"Well, maybe we could get permission from the park authorities and come back here in the spring and put a time capsule in Central Park or Liberty Island somewhere to testify that we were here," Mary Anne suggested.
"Sounds good," Mal added. This is going to be quite a New Year's celebration. And then some, if half of what they're saying comes true.
Mona:
"It's starting!" I called, waving the others over.
We were gathered at Sam's office and it was counting down until midnight. So far, we'd seen news flashes of Y2K breaking out in Asia and Europe with no signs of trouble computer or otherwise.
We had a ton of goodies and were having a kind of sleepover. Stacey's dad and Sam had cots down the hall and came to join us.
...ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two...
We could see the screen flash and could faintly hear people way below chanting the countdown and all of us clutched hands just as the clock hit midnight and the ball swooped down, leaving a blazing 2000 at the top.
2000. Incredible. Two thousand. It is the year 2000.
We could hear the crowd whooping it up and bellowing down there. It was hard to see them from the angle the window faced, but it was a good guess that people here jumping up and down and basically going wild.
"Wowww..." I let out my breath. Mary Anne's eyes filled with tears and she impulsively gave me a hug.
"Happy New Millennium, everyone!" Kristy crowed.
"Happy Y2K," Stacey's dad boomed and he and Sam hugged. That got all of us hugging.
"We made it," Stace whispered.
"The year two zero zero zero," Claud put in. "It feels so strange."
"The twenty-first century," Abby let out her breath. "We're at the cusp of a new era."
She looked a bit overwhelmed herself. I think all of us were at the enormity of this turning of the millennium. The year 2000. Amazing.
"A toast," Kristy held up her half-full cup of chocolate after Stacey's dad and stepmom told us goodnight and headed to bed. "To all of us twenty-first century women." We clicked glasses, cups, whatever we drank from.
"Welcome to the twenty-first century, Baby-Sitters Club."
"Welcome to the twenty-first century," we murmured, taking sips.
Before I lay down, I looked at the clock one more time to indeed confirm that it was January first of the year 2000, the twenty-first century, a new millennium.