Cynthia A. Crystal (Capitol)

"Ok dahling! That was perf! Perf!" the director shouts as I finish the scene where the unfortunate Guinealion died after being shot down by a rebel even though it was innocent. I knew it was all just propaganda films about the rebels being evil and such. All I really knew about the rebels were from films I had to act in. My parents are standing nearby with huge grins on their faces and the Guinealion got off it's side, walked over to me and gave me a small lick before wandering off to finds it's assistant who showers it in carrots. My parents give me hugs and tell me how great I am as everyone clears the set. I nod and smile my stunning smile towards my parents as I had my whole life even though I knew I was just a fashion accessory for them. I imagine them talking to other parents saying "Oh! Your child is a math prodigy? Well, ours is the most perfect actress to ever grace the world!" And my smile, even my smile was surgically altered. When I was little I had really bad teeth and dimples. It was all the rage then to have good teeth and no dimples. They had me taken to a surgeon and had all my teeth knocked out and set with fake teeth that literally shined with electricity. I have to take them out every night though so every night I can't speak because my teeth were on my bedside. I don't have dimples now anymore even though I remembered liking them.

As we reach our large house I step out of the car and bound inside. I walk up to my large room and lock the door before flopping down onto my bed and letting my teeth fall out onto my nightstand. I walk over to my mirror that could magnify to the tiniest detail just by having me press a few buttons on it. I look at my face and start to dab a cream on the dry spots around my nose. Even though I actually like them my parents force me to put the cream on every night to stop those few dry spots from showing. That was my whole life. Wake up, be perfect, act perfectly, look perfect, do everything perfect. Don't argue with your parents. Don't be rude. Don't be too polite. Don't open your mouth while chewing. Don't let your dry spots show. Don't let your large forehead show. Just be perfect. And if I wasn't, well there were consequences. My parents would take away the thing I loved most dear for a week from me and not feed it. It was a little pokemutt I got years ago named Gibby. I have always loved him and my parents figured that out. Now I'm the best actress according to them, and I believe them. I have grown so accustomed to acting like that perfect little girl who giggled and laughed and played with the other little giggling girls, but not to much to put my authority over them.

I move back over to my bed and take off a little shoe that is made to look like my right foot. You see, when I was born, my left leg was longer than my right. I then stood up and moved over towards the mirror again to start undressing. My legs made a little noise like they were saying, "Clip clop. Clip clop. Clip clop." I take my shirt off and fling it into the automated laundry bag which caught it and dispensed my pajamas. I look at my short blond hair that hung near my shoulders and my bright blue eyes before going towards the robot and grabbing my pajamas from it and fling it on. Tonight I can tell my parents chose it out. It is a shirt with a picture of Dom Copperview on it saying with a background of pink: "Girls can be epic too." It had a picture below that of her throwing latch crabs at Glamour Kinkade^*. I don't get it though because I'm pretty sure Dom didn't have latch crabs in any of the games she was a gamemaker for. I then fling on my bright pink fluffy pajama bottoms which were also the same sickly shade of pink. They had bunnicorn mutts on them though. They did have amazingly cute eyes though and super shiny horns with little LEDs in them to make them shine just like my teeth. I didn't pay attention to that though and just looked at the bunny part. I have an eye for cute and adorable things.

I flop into my bed and let the soft blankets fold around me and cover me up, I press a small button on my bedside and it starts to electronically heat up. My dreams of guinealions quickly steep themselves in nightmarish coatings. Guinealions eating me. Bunnicorns chasing me and poking me with their horns. Gibby getting hurt. I jolt awake breathing heavily. I walk towards the mirror and I'm glad yesterday was the last day of shooting for the film: "The Rebels Strike Back." My eyes are tired with dark patches of circle around them. My hair falls limply to the sides. I sigh and step into the shower and let the water coat my body. I close my eyes and see Gibby down in the basement crying because I tried to stop my parents from getting my hair surgically altered to be long forever. My eyes snap open and I try to calm my active imagination. I turn off the shower and wrap myself in fluffy towels. This is my normal morning routine. Wake up. Use cosmetics and shampoos to look perfect. Act perfect. I can be so much more though when I want. I sneak past my parents room to hear them snoring and grin. I sneak down to the basement and grab Gibby. He jumps up into my arms and I give him a delicious breakfast of fish. After that I bring him up to the door to my parent's room. I place Gibby down and a strained expression appears on his face. "Yes Gibby. There." I quietly knock on my parents door then and hear them move about. I hear a "CYNTHIA!!!!!!" Come from the house sounding like my mother, but I am already out the door and onto the street.

After that I bounce towards the pokemutt center where nurse joy is everyday. I try to keep up my little girl act, giggling at everything. I feel despicable^**. At the pokemutt center I help Nurse Joy out a bit with all the other pokemutts and I know I am helpful. I have been ever since I was born.

I really suppose I should say how I came into this world. A little baby, I didn't even cry I was so weak. I'm still really small, but no one picks on me at school because I'm, well, famous. It took some really advanced equipment to keep me alive, and then my parents went into debt. That was when I was auditioned and succeeded for my first commercial about automated baby diapers that cleaned up messes for the parents and could change itself. That brought them a little bit out. They decided it was a good idea so I stared in more and more and more commercials until we were out of debt. Diaper commercials, baby food commercials, fashion, pokemutt, anything. Name it and I have done a commercial for it. Oh, and speaking about the commercial for pokemutts. That is how I got my first pokemutt. It was really recent when pokemutts first started coming out. I was one of the first to get one because I helped their commercial. I was gifted with Gibby from proffessor Oak. Anyways, when I was about two we were out of debt. When I was about five we were getting rich as I was starting to be in movies. By the time I was seven we started getting unesscesary stuff I found sickening such as the automated laundry basket.

So thats me. The perfect little giggling girl no one takes seriously. Well, on the outside. On the inside I am mischievous and lovable and on both I love cute things!