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Never-ending New Year's Eve
On the morning of what was supposed to be January 1, Maddie Wyatt awoke with a huge smile on her face.
"Hello 2008!" she exclaimed.
2008 was destined to be her year. In just three weeks, Maddie would compete in the Dixon County Pageant. She already had her outfits, routines, and speeches ready.
Last night, during her parents' New Year's Eve party, all of her relatives and friends said that she was definitely going to win the crown this year.
"Just 20 more days and I'll be Miss Dixon County!" she said while looking in the mirror and brushing her hair.
But out of the corner of her eye, she noticed something was wrong with her digital clock radio. The date hadn't switched over to January 1st.
"Weird," Maddie thought. But that thought was quickly replaced with, "Hmmm pancakes," as she opened her bedroom door and smelled her dad's famous blueberry pancakes.
Her dad usually cooked blueberry pancakes once a year--on New Year's Eve. But Maddie figured he wanted to be different this year.
"Happy New Year!" she exclaimed when she entered the kitchen.
Her parents and younger brother looked up at her with funny expressions on their faces.
"Honey, I think you need some more sleep. It's not New Year's Day till midnight," her dad said.
"But, but...," Maddie stammered, "we had our New Year's Eve party last night.
"Perhaps you dreamt it dear," he mom said sweetly. "Now sit down and eat your pancakes."
|Maddie was so humiliated that her pankcakes never left the plate. She even looked at her diary, which she wrote in last night, but it still read December 24, 2007.
But how could it? She pondered that question all day until 6:00 pm when all the guests arrived at their house. She remembered that her small cousin, Mason, would attempt a belly dive off her top bunk at 7:00. She ran into her room and caught him.
At midnight, she barely saw the ball drop before she dropped into the bed. The next morning, she woke up to the smell of... blueberry pancakes.
|"Oh no," Maddie thought. " How can it be blueberry pancakes again...?"
She stepped out of her comfy bed and hurried to the living room.
"But how?" she wondered out loud. It was exactly the same as yesterday: her dad cooking pancakes and her mom and brother in the kitchen.
"How can it be the exactly the same?" Maddie wondered in shock. The world was turning turpsy-turvy right before New Year!
|"This can't be happening," Maddie thought to herself. "Ok I'm going to go back to bed and I will close my eyes and go to sleep. Then when I open them this will all be over, because this is all a dream."
Maddie made her way upstairs to her room. She lay down on her bed, closed her eyes, and slept for about 30 minutes. When she woke up and went downstairs, she discovered that nothing had changed.
"Can anyone tell me what's going on?" Maddie asked in a worried tone.
"Umm, are you alright honey?" her mother asked.
"Yeah, sure, I'm perfectly fine. Except that I'm reliving the same day!" Maddie shouted.
"Nice joke," her brother Stephen said, laughing. Her parents both laughed too.
"Ugh, this is not funny!" Maddie said. She didn't feel like eating breakfast. Instead, she stomped up to her room to think this over.....
|"Ok, ok calm down...." Maddie said to herself as she collapsed on her feathery bed. "There has to be a reason for this...."
Suddenly, she saw a small, golden pocket watch on her bedside table that wasn't there before. Carved on the back were the letters: B.S.
"Wait a sec....B.S. are the initials for Benjamon Scout, my great, great, great, great grandfather!"
Maddie watched the clock as the second hand ticked on the same spot...
|"Oh my, I have a lot of thinking to do," Maddie said to herself. This could be a regular ol' watch, but I'm pretty sure its not. So, what could it be? THINK, THINK, THINK!"
"Wait I've got it!" she exclaimed. "It could be a magical watch that brings me back in time every time I went to sleep. So it's kinda like a miniature time machine. Thats why I keep having deja vu!"
Maddie decided to use her dad's tools and try to fix the watch.
"Dad, can I borrow some tools please?" she asked when she went to the kitchen.
"Yeah sure, honey. They're out in the garage," he replied, still making pancakes.
Maddie got the tools and went back to her room, barely making it up the stairs because of all of Stephen's toys.
"Okay, let's go to work," she muttered.
Kaplink, kaplonk, boing, screech, boom!
"Okay, I'm finished. Let's see if it works," she said as she laid down on her bed.
The next morning, Maddie awoke with a great big yawn.
"Hmmm, pancakes again.. oh no," she thought. "Oh well, I'm going to go see what's going on."
When she got downstairs she heard Stephen shout, "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
"Yes, it worked!" Maddie thought with a smile.