There was still so much she wanted to do in 2013, and so little time. All she could do in ten minutes were little things, like petting the cats, sending a few texts, pacing the staircases, or changing the channel to annoy people. She could run upstairs to ask the Magic 8 Ball one more question- but what could she ask? It all came down to so much, and she stuck with watching the clock tick the minutes away.
Seven minutes. Six. Five. Brooklyn became increasingly uneasy.
It was always a surprise when the box with the seconds remaining appeared in the lower right corner, like it had come quicker than expected. Still, Brooklyn cleared her throat and began counting down with everyone else, all the way to the last three seconds.
Seven minutes. Six. Five. Brooklyn became increasingly uneasy.
It was always a surprise when the box with the seconds remaining appeared in the lower right corner, like it had come quicker than expected. Still, Brooklyn cleared her throat and began counting down with everyone else, all the way to the last three seconds.
