"Everlie! You've got a letter!" Miss Zash was going through the mail and found Everlie's name written neatly on an envelope. She didn't know how Everlie had gotten a letter, why all Everlie ever did was sit in her room all day.

"A letter?" Everlie responded, paired with the noise of her bounding down the stairs. She took the letter from her mom's hand and went back upstairs to open it. Miss Zash just rolled her eyes, "You know you're going to have to eat!"

"Yeah, yeah!" Everlie shrugged her mom off.

Opening the envelope, she saw a very festive looking card inside. On the front it had the words, 'You're invited . . .'. Everlie opened the card to the inside.

'You're invited to Quibblo's 2014 New Years Party! If you get there at six, we'll have a wonderful dinner for you! We'll stay up past midnight and count down to the new year! Come celebrate with the Quibblonians! All your friends will be there, and you can play games with them, or meet the Quibblo Team! This party will be one to remember! Wait, you forgot the best part! We have given you five extra tickets to share with your friends! Choose whichever guests you want! Hope you can make it!'

A quibblo party! This was going to be the biggest party of the century. Rumor had it that all the cool people came there. Youtubers, famous Quibblonians, even Wattpad users came. Everlie was definitely going!

First, she had to decide the five guests. There were two people that she knew she just had to invite. She wrote those two names down.

Then she needed to think of three more. Maybe a friend from school. Oh! She knew who was great for this. Her friend was a big writer, and would definitely love getting invited.

Two more! This was getting hard for Everlie. What about her friend from theatre? She was a little bit younger than Everlie, but was super crazy, and would party all. night. long.

One more. Her dog! She thought of this right as her beautiful puppy dog came in, his tail wagging.

Now, what was she going to wear? The party was in three hours, and she still wasn't ready. She decided to wear a very casual outfit. Aqua green colored jeans, with a lacey, white shirt. Perfect!

She wore her hair like she usually did, in a ponytail. Except this ponytail had braids on the side of the head. This was the perfect mix between casual and PARTY!

It was five thirty, and the party was about forty-five minutes away.

"Mom! Can you drive me to a party?" She called and ran down the stairs.

Miss Zash smiled in glee, "As long as your out of that bedroom!"

Everlie was screaming inside. Woooooooooohoo! Let's PARTAY!

On the way to the party, Everlie called her five guests. They all agreed, except one needed persuading. Her mom finally gave in and picked all five of them up. Everlie's dog had to sit on her lap, though.

"You have weird friends, Everlie." One of them whispered to her. She laughed at him, as her mom pulled into the parking lot.

They could all see the lights flashing inside the building. Her mom's warning calls were of no use, "I'm not picking you up, so get a ride! And no alcohol! No boyfriends, no kissing, and you have to come home. If you don't you'll be grounded!"

Everlie didn't like alcohol. Well, she'd never tried it, but she knew she wasn't going to like it. And you don't need a drink to have fun, right?

o o o

The group walked in as if in slow motion.

Now that was a strange group. Sye, the dog, had his tongue out and sunglasses on. He swaggered in like a bulldog, and met up with some other dogs that other people had brought.

Anna, the writer came in with a soccer ball, doing a rainbow kick. She was the athlete, but she was cool.

Talia, the crazy one flew in on a unicorn, with party streamers! She brought life to the party!

Taylor Swift came in majestically. Her hair was curled to perfection, and she didn't even need heels to become to tallest person in the room.

Then there was David Tennant. For some reason he was in his Doctor Who costume, but that just made everyone love him more! All the quibblonians agreed that he was the best doctor, totally better than Matt Smith. Matt Smith was sad, so he left. Aw.

Everlie came in looking like a --- no, she came in looking lame compared to her friends. No one 'oooh-ed' and 'aaaaah-ed' her. Everlie frowned, but decided to ignore it. She jumped straight to the food. "Woooooo! Food!" She yelled.

There was so many delicacies. French fries, with a chocolate milk shake as the dip; Taylor especially loved that. There was Chef Quibblo's special home-made dish, called 'The Writer's Pie'. It was a mix of four main ingredients. Pasta. Bread. Pretzels, (For that extra crunchiness) and Pizza. Quibblo was the best chef in the history of chefs, because when everyone tried it, they begged for more! It was layered, like lasagna, and everyone was mad because Quibblo wouldn't give the recipe.

David even liked it! And you know how picky the doctor can be!

Everyone danced all night and sang karaoke. Someone invited Miley Cyrus, and Taylor and Miley had a sing-off. It soon turned into a dance-off, which Taylor obviously lost to. She really did need to learn how to dance.

Wattpad got angry at the Quibblonians and challenged them to a show-down. Quibblo {the website} was scared, because Wattpad was really angry. But Sye the dog led them to victory, using his super senses to ward off the evil group!

Quibblonians really didn't have anything against Wattpad, but personally, Everlie liked Quibblo better. Wattpad was really popular though. But that was okay. Power in numbers, they always say. Well, they were wrong!

The party went on for hours until a tragedy happened.

This was going to be remembered for the whole of Quibblo history.

It was the saddest thing you could ever see.

The person walked away with such disappointment.

The Quibblo community was devastated.

It. Was. Tragic.

Time seemed to slow down as the party reached the end.

The TV was blaring with the countdown for 2013 to die. The 2013 sign walked to the bar in agony. It's paper was tearing apart, and even the Wattpad users and the Quibblonians worked together to try and help.

3! The countdown was still counting.

"It's . . . too late," 2013 smiled, "What a crazy year . . ." It's eyes began to droop, and we all turned away in horror as 2013 took it's last breath.

A crazy year indeed.

"ONE!!!!!!!!!!!" The guests shouted at the same time. They all buried 2013 respectively, then took out the 2014 sign. They hung it up together, remembering this moment in history.

And then they danced. They danced until they could no longer feel their feet.

In memory of 2013's death, they danced. They were dancing with tears in their eyes, as Ke$ha would say.

The gravestone would always be meaningful to the Quibblonians.

R.I.P. 2013. A great year. 2013-2013

It had such honesty to it, really.

History would be changed forever, and the doctor didn't even care.

That was a party to remember, and 2013 will always be in our hearts.