It was weeks later. It was an absolutely normal day. At least, it was before Annalyn came crashing into my room. 

"Hazel Rose!" She screamed, more enthusiastic than I had ever seen her.

"What?" I asked, faking enthusiasm.

"You won!" She yelled at me.

"Won what?" I asked.

"The contest! You get to go to Paris Fashion Week!" She screamed.

"I...I what?" I stammered.

"You won!" She yelled back. "Aren't you excited?"

"No!" I yelled.

"Why not?" She asked quietly.

"I don't want to be paraded around. I don't want to be shown off. I don't want to go. I don't want to go anywhere!"

I started crying. I didn't get it. There were so many applicants. How did I win out of all of then? Why did they choose me?

"Come on Hazel. Please don't cry. Please don't. I just want you to feel better about yourself."

"I don't want to be shown to the world. I don't even want to be shown to myself. I just...I just can't. I'm sorry." I cried.

"Please try. Please try to love yourself. All I want is for you to be happy. I just want you to be happy."

"Okay. I'll try, I guess." I said, wiping the tears from my face. 

All I wanted was to make Annalyn happy, and I was going to do it.