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She is mesmerizing, and they know it.

Every miniscule movement is captured, studied, ultimately released in a breathless sigh of hopeless imitation. Her power breathes beyond simple life - she controls water with a flick of her wrist, commanding the droplets to stay, then fall, in a shower of glistening pearls upon her head; she tells nature to provide the prettiest blossoms for her crown. She evokes emotion, and they sigh in adoration when she smiles, laugh in exuberance at her delight, and sob with the pain of a thousand papercuts when she sheds the slightest tear.

Even color seems to compliment her, yellow sunshine providing the perfect backdrop to turn her dark hair a soft angelic brown, and her skin a delicate porcelain white. She sits on her swinging throne, one in a million.

The camera zooms out. Her innocent beauty stands the testament of distance, remaining unparalleled amid a hundred shades of blonde heads that mill around her, quaking in awe of her majesty. And though their eyes lower in deference, still more refuse to glance away despite the burning in their minds from prolonged screen exposure. As she swings back, and forth, the cameras move with her, and time seems to halt. Back, and forth. Back and forth.

She’s now nine. She still swings on her throne, but there is a wider circle around her, and the viewers can see the black asphalt, and the white hopscotch lines. Blonde heads begin to eye her movements, yet she smiles with a gap-toothed beckon, and they coo at her childish antics. The cameras remain on her as she moves. Back and forth.

She turns eleven. She knows to glance into the camera, to show emotion in her actions, a strong swing for joy, a soft one for timidity. Viewers can see the playground. The camera begins to turn. Back and forth.

She is fourteen, learning to act, developing her skillful talent for capturing attention. If only there was an audience, and if only the cameras had remained loyal to her unique beauty. She stands, confused. In two more years, she will know. The cameras followed the blonde heads to a red carpet that she was not intended to walk. She was a natural born winner because she was an anomaly. Viewers gawked at the unexpected thought that such a pretty child could come from a people so strange, and the cameras only followed the money, portraying her as a one-in-a-million child and abandoning her when her audience grew uncomfortable. She will know that despite her skill, the cameras value appearance. She will become disillusioned, realizing that she was raised at the top, but was only meant for the bottom.

The cameras roll on. She is determined to win their favor, and one day, her struggles might succeed. She fights for the right to represent her name. Asian.