Zeroloverforever

A sudden cold drop fell onto my hair, startling me out of my reverie, and I stopped in surprise. Looking up, I realized that it started snowing. We stood there, Zaigou and I, marveling at the first snowfall of the year. Not the kind of snowfall that does not stick. This snow was nice and thick, good signs that they would stick onto the ground, creating a blanket of white. Demon children of all ages ran out and crowded the already-packed streets, dancing and frolicking in snowflakes. The cold crystals cooled my boiling anger that was ready to explode from exhaustion. A young girl of maybe fifteen or sixteen demon years stood in the center of

Introduction It is surprising to see the rise in cultural diffusion, due to immigration, now compared to some thirty years ago. Through my eyes - eyes of a young, almost-fifteen-year-old Asian American girl - I can see society weaving and twirling different cultures in a dangerous yet fascinating dance. Dangerous for diffusion is leading to ethnocentrism and therefore leading to hard-lined racism. Fascinating for the majority of America is ready for change, thus electing the first African American President. Being four years too young to participate in history, I had to sit on the sidelines and watch the drama unfold before me. For it is

                     Several years back, on a cold October afternoon I was barely listening to him as we toured the marketplace. The cool, late, autumn wind blew as my long, deep, velvety violet cloak billowed out around me. Fragrances from the stalls teased my nostrils. I took them all in; cinnamon, herbs, fresh meat, and sweet bread, everything a market place would have. Deafening sounds pounded my eardrums; shouts and yells as people bargained, squeals of annoyance and laughter as some demon boys picked on several young demon girls, and the normal lull of the people as they gossiped about daily life - only a lot louder. People jostled eac