Ms. Anabel Sigurdson Living Room, Candidate House Anabel slowly pulled off her sunglasses, staring at the doorway Ms. Miller had mentioned. She didn't think she'd be going to the runway anytime soon; at all, even. Practice makes perfect, but you can't plan everything out. She idly strolled about the living room, looking about her new home. Was all this really worth it? Anabel was bright enough to get a job anywhere back home, and surely that was easier than trying to win this pageant. But that takes time - a lot of time, she thought, time she didn't have, time that could be better spent in school. And that's why she was here, after all, to go to school. If she won this, she'd be set; if not, she'd have to find another road to her dream. Anabel sighed softly. She wasn't too sure about this competition. These women would be the best of the best; what could the immigrant girl hope to accomplish against them? Looking more than a little worried, Anabel folded her arms, and sat on the nearest chair. Tag: Any who wish to interact!