I sat in front of the T.V, pretending not to care if I won. I remembered the conversation from last night. I kind of of regretted it.

"Jack?" "Yeah?" "Um... Why did you enter the contest? You said it yourself, you don't care about becoming a Disney character, or anything. So why'd you enter?" My little sister, Ivy asked. "You're right. I don't care. I don't really care about anything. I don't even care if I win or not." I lied. "Will you miss me if you win?" "Nah." I lied again, "I only really entered to get away from you bunch. You're all annoying." Ivy's lip quivered, and she ran off to her bedroom. I wanted to go after her, but I had to maintain appearances. Even around my own family.

Everyone in my family glared at me, as I stared up at the ceiling, pretending to be bored to death. The truth was, I idolized President Walt Disney. I loved writing, but I could never let anyone find out. "Jack Goldberg!" Mickey's voice screamed out through the T.V. I looked down from the ceiling, and smiled.

"Bye losers." Now I truly regretted that conversation. I would leave my family forever, with my little sister mad at me.  I took the stairs by twos, grabbed my skateboard, two extra pairs of sunglasses, and hopped back down the stairs. I opened the door, and stepped outside for the first time in three days.  My favorite skateboarding place was closed for a three day weekend, so I just didn't go out. The sun would have been blinding, I knew. But with my tinted sunglasses I was totally fine. I walked slowly, nodding at people I passed, on my way to the train station.  I hopped onto the train without asking, and sat in the dark.

"Sorry, technical difficulties. We will be unable to turn on the lights for the trip." A crackling voice came onto the intercom. I smirked. It was all the same to me.  I hadn't even noticed the dark. I had thought it was my glasses. Sunglasses! I meant sunglasses. Soon the train had screeched to a stop, and I jumped out into the sun. A silent guide, in a cloak popped up out of nowhere.  They gestured for me to follow them. I shrugged, and did. I noticed that the guide had a red cloak, with hearts all over it, and her hair underneath the hood, appeared to be heart shaped. I arrived in front of the ticket gate.  I looked away from my guide a minute to adjust my sunglasses, and when I looked up again, the guide was gone. Mysterious. A blonde girl in a pastel pink gown waved me over.  I pretended not to see her. She waved me over again. I sighed, and walked as slowly as I could, over to the rich girl.

"Hey." she purred. "I'm Pearl."

"Jack." I said annoyed. I could tell she was going to be a chick that wouldn't let go. Or give up.

"I'm pretty important you know..." She said.

"How's that?" I asked, with an obnoxious smirk, and I swore I was rolling my eyes so much she could see it through my glasses. She plastered on the charm regardless.

"Disney's the last name." My smirk flickered to disbelief, and then back to a smirk.

"Aaaaaand?" "Don't think I didn't notice your shock when I said my last name.

"You know my daddy. Everyone knows my daddy."

I scowled. "So what if your dad's President Disney's son. That doesn't make you important."

"Oh but my daddy's important. He's in charge of Micky. And my daddy loves me. He's got links and he'd make your parents very sad if I didn't win."

"Resourceful. I like it."

"Wanna alliance until it's me versus you? As a couple of course." She asked.

"Yeah sure-"

"Max!" Pearl squealed in delight.

"Pearl..." He groaned.  I stared after them in shock. A poor little nothing, had just popped up out of nowhere, and stolen a hot blonde chick right out from under my nose. How? I was cool now! How was this still happening?!  I kept my cool though.

"Thanks for getting that clingy rich chick off my back." I told him.

"You're welcome," he said weakly, "but I didn't do anything."  Soon another girl appeared, and it was time to get dressed up to see the president. A guide in a bear fur cloak that looked really uncomfortable, lead us from trailer to trailer. Mine was third.

"Nice touch." I said, scoffing at the flashing neon lights that made up my name.  A head stuck out of the trailer.

"Thank you. Now hurry up! Hurry up! Or off avec votre tête!"

"I don't know Spanish you know.

"I know. And it's French." The smirking red covered stylist states.

"I know." I said, smirking right back.

"Now strip!"

"Wha-" I hesitated.

"Strip! Quickly or off avec votre tête!" I rolled my eyes and pulled my sweatshirt, jeans and tee shirt off. "Well?"

"I'm not taking off my underwear until you tell me why."

"Touchy, touchy! Well come on then! Or off avec votre tête!" She leads me into another room, with a bath in it.

"A bath?" I almost sighed with relief.

"Duh! What does it look like?!" Now get in!"  The Stylist says, exiting the room.  I sit in the bath, not taking off my sunglasses.  After a while, a timer went off, and I figured it was time to get out. I grabbed a soft, fluffy, red towel. "Here." Lotion. It was moisturizer, and scented lotion. I slathered it on, and called for the stylist.

"What next, Queen Red?" I asked sarcastically. The stylist came in grinning. Apparently she liked being called queen red.

"Next we pick your clothes." She showed me to a closet, where there were only red.  I snagged a red sweatshirt, like my old one.

"Come. Next closet." I pulled out a pair of jeans, and a black tee shirt. "Are you sure you don't want to wear something fancier?" Queen Red asked, worried.

"No. I'm good. Now could you please look away?"  She quickly turns her back, but I'm sure I saw her blushing for a split second. Did I mention my stylist was my age? Yeah. I pulled on my clothes.  "You can turn around now." I smirked. She turned around, cheeks red, glaring at me.

"Now we'll do hair."

"I don't need my hair done."

"Yeah you do. At least let me cut it. It's too long."  I started to make a break for it, but she grabbed me by my hair.

For a moment I dropped my coolness, and yelled a loud, "OOWWWWW!!!"  Queen Red giggled.

"Sorry! Not sorry!" she singsonged. I glared at the wall as the tufts of hair fluttered down to the ground. "Off avec vos cheveux!" she cried happily.  When I looked in the mirror, I immediately decided I liked it.

"It's cool, I guess." She had cut my hair to a reasonable length, and gelled it up. It actually looked better than before.

"You guess? It looks ten times cooler than before! You had girl hair before!"

"I did not!"

"Well whatever. I personally think you looked like you were an ugly Snow White. We have time left over. What do you wanna do?" I pulled out my phone. "We have games." ... "Stop it!"  She snatched my phone.

"Hey! Give that back!" I chased her all over the trailer, until she finally became tired enough for me to catch her. She was fast! I tackled her, but she stuck it in her bra.

"Aw.. No!" I whined, "Queen Red!" Then I had an idea. I started to tickle her. "Call uncle when you're ready to give me my phone!" I yelled into her ear.

"No! Stop it! Please!" She shrieked.

"Uncle?"

"No never!" She shouted between giggles. The door to the room swung open with a loud groan, and we both froze.

"I knew we couldn't trust this job to a child!"

"Mother?" I suddenly realized that I was still frozen on top of her, and I jumped off, blushing furiously.

"Don't you mother me! You're coming with me right now missy!"  Queen Red slowly stood up, and as she dragged her feet, I felt her slip my phone into my back pocket.

"You're cute when you're blushing." she murmured into my ear in passing.  At that my face got even hotter. I started to swear, the second they were out of the room.

"Dang it Jack! Where's your cool guy demeanor? You've got to pull yourself together!" I yelled at myself under my breath.