Virtual Countdown Party

＂10! 9! 8! …… 3! 2! 1! Happy New Year! ......Happy 2012! ......＂

Bill was awakened and rubbed his eyes. Beth was not considerate at all. How could anybody sleep with such noise?

But Feina seemed asleep. She shared the same bunk bed with Bill. She’s on the upper bed.

There seemed a crowd of people yelling in the living room. They screamed like catching sight of a goal in the World Cup.

What’s so excited about New Year? Especially for 2012?

Wasn’t this year the end of the world?

And the end of his primary school life?

Bill crept out of bed, opened the door a little bit and peeped through the crack.

Beth was all alone by herself in the living room. She was holding a glass of orange juice, laughing and chatting to the monitor. She dressed up and even wore make-up, with a silly small party hat on her hair.

“Wicked witch.” Bill mumbled.

Bill could see the fireworks show was on TV. Sparks flew from IFC* just liked the past few years. 

He could also see the screen of the PC monitor. There’re numerous small Windows with Beth’s classmates inside. Most of them had invited their families to the party.

Beth must be ashamed of her own family. And she was so mean, harsh and even cruel to Bill.

However she still could get what she want because she was smart and good at school.

“Bill, what are you doing there?” Feina asked suddenly. “Go to bed or you’ll get cold. It’s chilly out there.”

Bill jumped back to bed.

“Feina, don’t you need to call your son?”

“Why?”

“It’s New Year. You like to call him at any moment.”

“He must have been slept already. I’ll call him tomorrow morning. You’d better sleep now.”

“It’s too noisy out there. I can’t sleep.”

“Hmmm, may be you can make a New Year’s wish then.”

So Bill made his wish.

“God, please make me the best football player in the universe!”

~To be continued~

IFC*: International Finance Centre