1st

Taromi holds the ticket in her hands. There must’ve been some kind of mistake. She couldn’t have won - actually won. When she entered her painting into the competition on a whim, only to prove to her older brother that there would be people that would enjoy her painting, she did not expect to actually win the grand prize. She observes more closely at the ticket. It has borders with golden ribbons and in the middle, a blue cursive font “Dear Taromi, congratulations on winning the grand prize, a one month trip around the world. You are invited to an interview to discuss the painting further”. She graced her fingers across her name, double checking that it indeed spells T-A-R-O-M-I. Yes. That is her name. Her mind races.