"Three,

"Two,

"One,

"Happy New Year!"

As Auld Lang Syme began on the television with the ball reaching its nadir in Times Square, Daria went back to rereading the court documents. Apperently, Uncle Sam, or at least Big Brother John was asking for a continuance to look through her things more before trial. Well, it seems that my essay to the Wizard Foundation wasn't enough.

"Alright folks, listen up. Back to your cells here." Said that black prison guard, what was her name, Tanisha? Theresa? "I know it's Club Fed, but it's still Fed. Lights out in ten minutes."

Oh well, Daria thought, it was fun while it lasted. And I even got free Coke and Ultra Cola.

As she reached her cell she wrote another wish down on her NewYears wish list.

5. I wish that Sick,Sad World would cover the trial.