I turned on the tv, and it automatically switched to The Calling. Every four years they picked six people to try and become Disney characters. Today was the day. four years ago, my older sister, Penelope, had entered. They never announced the winner, and no one ever returned, so I had no proof that she had won. But I was confident in my sister. One month later Wreck It Ralf came out, with a main character named Vanellipe. It couldn't just be a coincidence. It couldn't. Now it was my turn. I would win the contest, and enter the fame that my sister had ten years ago. Just to be with her. I returned my attention to the tv, just in time, for Micky, President Disney's representative was just finishing his speech.

"... Let the love stay with you always. Now let us go on, to see who will get the chance to enter the happiest place on earth." Minnie, Mickey's wife walks up with a Huge ball of magical pixie dust gliding along behind her. Minnie snapped, and the dust formed one of the millions of names it was programmed to randomly select. "Audrey Banks! You're a lucky winner! Hop on the train to Disneyland, where you will find President Disney in his castle." Mickey droned on. "Peter Disney! Pearl Disney! Max Waters! Jack Burnstein! Anetta Pearson!" My family and I gasped.

"Anetta?" my little sister whined, grabbing at my leg. On the car ride home, no one spoke. At the train station, my sister grabs me again "Pweas, Pweas, don't leave us like meany Penelope did." My stony faced angry father pried her off of me. He was mad because I had entered against his wishes. My mother burst into tears and openly weeped, as I stepped onto the train, sadly waving. My big brother Henry put his hand on her shoulder comforting her, as the doors slid shut, closing me off from my family. Forever. A single tear trickled down my cheek, and I didn't wipe it away. Let it linger. The train ride was long, and boring, and I was the only one on it. Disneyland had long since become restricted. I stared ahead, wishing for something to do, and finally the doors opened. I stepped out and was greeted by a person wearing an insane cloak. It was much too hot for this time of year, and was made of the wrong material. Who ever thought of a cloak made of bear fur? The person lead me to the large area in front of the ticket gate.

A girl rushed up to me immediately, and said, "HelloImPearlandmydaddi es'sveryrich.Imthemostimportantpersonhereandyououttarespectme.Youbetterletmewin." she speed said, not even looking at me. I had no intention of letting her win.

"Anetta." I said, holding my hand out for her to shake, and trying to play as though I would actually consider the idea of letting anyone win but myself. I figured, it couldn't hurt to at least fake an alliance. She glanced at my hard, calloused hands, then looked me up and down. I was suddenly very self conscious of the ratty outfit I was wearing, due to a very small income. It was all my parents could afford.She stuck her nose in the air, and sniffed in that posh, pompous way.

"So you're one of those types of people." she said haughtily, walking off, leaving my hand hanging where it was. A brown haired boy, wearing sunglasses, snickered. I glared at him, then sat down on a bench, alone, to wait. Soon everyone was here and the cloaked person let us in. The cloaked person lead us to separate bathrooms, where a stylist was waiting.

"Oh dalink, vhere have you been living? A hole? No vonder you entered. Ve must make you presentable for President Disney!" The snobby stylist cries in her heavy accent. The stylist forced me to strip myself of my clothes, and step into the scalding bath. It probably wasn't that hot, but my family couldn't afford heated water, so wasn't used to it. I winced as I sank further into the water. Suddenly perfumes, oils, and soapy water started jetting into the bath. I jumped, shrieking, and barely stopped myself from hopping out of the bath, grabbing my towel and running away. "That's it dalink, stay still! When the timer dings, get out and dry off, I'll be right here." I soaked for what felt like days, but was probably only twenty minutes, in that hot, perfumed water. The timer went off, and I was happy to jump out and wrap myself in the soft, white, fluffy towel. The snobby stylist rushed into the room. "Dalink? Dalink, I'm goink to vax you now. You are sooooo hairy! Like a bear!" I winced. If "vax" meant what I thought it meant, then I was in trouble. This was gonna hurt. She covered me in waxing sheets, all over my body. Then she abruptly tore them all off. I screamed through gritted teeth. "I'm sorry my hairy bear. I'm sorry Dalink !" The stylist smirked at me. I practically growled at her, as she handed me three bottles of lotion. "This vone first, then this vone, and this vone last. Call me vhen you're done." I slathered on the first one, which was numbing lotion, for the wax. The second was moisturizer . The second I opened the third, I started coughing. It was heavily perfumed, and I could barley breathe. I quickly massaged in the smelly lotion and snapped the bottle shut.

"Done!" I croaked, wrapping my towel around my body. The stylist rushed in, and turned on the vent.

"Okay, Dalink, time to get dressed!" She sang, pulling me towards a big closet. The only things in the closet, was furs, furs, and more furs.

"I won't wear those." The stylist, who happened to be wearing furs, glared at me and pulled me to a different closet full of gowns.

"Here miss picky, picky." The stylist lead me to a second closet. I wanted something simple. I rooted through the closet until I found the perfect sundress in the back.

It had a white skirt, with the top, completely beaded, in rainbow. It had a thick, red ribbon as a sash. "Oh Dalink ! It's perfect for you!" The stylist sneers, obviously thinking the dress to simple and plain, for someone of her "better" stature. I grinned, because it was perfect, not caring about her opinion. I changed into the dress, and she tied the ribbon tightly around my waist, causing me to gasp. She snickered. Then she had me sit in a chair in front of a vanity. I looked into my reflection, and I knew, she wasn't going to let me pass without a lot of makeup. I couldn't blame her. My dark chocolate eyes were too big, and too close to each other. I had wild brown hair, usually worn in a fishtail with lots of flyaways. My skin was extra pale, and I had a sprinkling of freckles across my too big nose. I was tall and skinny. The stylist grabbed what looked like a weapon.

"What are you going to do?!" I squealed in fear, covering my face with my hands. The stylist laughed.

"This is a eyelash curler. Be still Dalink." I sat with my eyes closed, as the stylist clamped the curler onto my lashes, and held it there, then switched eyes. I felt a sudden coldness on my face, as she smeared foundation on it, covering my freckles. Then I felt a brush fluttering across my skin, as she powdered away the shine. Then there was a slight tug on my eyelashes as she applied mascara. A brush powdered my eyelids, then cheeks, with eyeshadow, then blush. "Open your eyes Dalink!" She sang. I opened my eyes and gasped. To my surprise, she hadn't gone overboard, but I still looked good. In fact, I looked naturally beautiful. I looked like I had a perfect complexion, with light purple eyeshadow, fading to a very pale pink at the top. My cheeks appeared rosy, as well as my lips, and my eyelashes were thick and black, but not clumped. "Okay, now for your hair, Dalink." Half an hour of hairspray, bobby pins, tugging, and yelping later, my hair was in an elegant bun, and I was finished. Or so I thought. "Now for accessories. Every contestant needs one of these." She said, handing me a pin, with the parret from a previous Disney movie on it. Aladdin I think it was. She opened a drawer in the vanity and pulled out some earrings. The earrings were made of tiny rainbow beads. Then she pulled out a rainbow bow, and some red flats and I was set. I looked, for the first time in my 14 years of living, lovely.