It was almost midnight in the old house in Robot Arms Apartments. A little girl, Julie, sat in an old over stuffed chair next to the window, waiting for the next day to begin. It also happened to be New Years Eve, and the seconds were counting down to her thirteenth birthday. Even though it was almost her birthday none of her family was there to celebrate, not one person. That's the result of having a dead mother, a father locked up in a nut house, and a drug addicted uncle. As the seconds to midnight counted down Julie stared blankly out the window.

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She sighed.

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Julie bit her thumb nail.

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"Happy New Year 3017!" The whole New New York City shouted in unison, well the whole not counting Julie. She was still sitting in the over stuffed chair, thinking about what had happened just a mere year ago that lead her to be sitting there, scared and worried. She was scared because she was so confused about everything happening so fast and worried about what would happen to her in the years that followed.

I know, it doesn't have a whole lot of Futurama in it but in the next chapter it will, trust me. :)