Asian life

Asian life

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This my first story so please don't complain about grammar and punctuation. Now I am going to tell you about some questions I at asked at school since I am like the only asian in my school ( I think). 1. Why are your eyes so small?I don't know 2. (This one is mostly at home) You need to eat more you soooo skinny and boney! (me: three dinner plates full of food and eat it all and look the same as before I ate all the at food and still weigh 68 pounds) (parents: you need eat more you such a skinny girl!) 3. Whats my name in Chinese, Japanese, North/South Korean, Russia, ect.? I dont know I dont speak EVERY SINGLE ASIAN LANGUAGE! 4. Are you from China? no 5. If your asian then why do you have blue eye and brown hair? I looked it up on Google and it said that asians can be born with blue eyes and brown hair (which I was) BUT it is very rare to be born asian with blue eyes and brown hair. 6. Wow your asian! me: is it that surprising to have an asian in your class (but I guess so when EVERYBODY in your grade,school, and class are american) 7. (in sixth grade me social studies teacher had us do a unit on China and Japan and we had to take our shoes of at the door WITH NO SLIPPERS gave us those cheap bamboo chopsticks that you can get at like Hu Hut and had us pick up marshmillows and Skittles and when I got done me teacher stopped everybody to look at me and my plate because there was no food and was the first person to be done. people kept staring at me because I got done first. later that day for lunch we had orange chicken and when everybody was done they walked up to me and asked why was so good-7th grade and my mom shares a picture of me on Instagram and me friend from school (xxerin.fxx) shared a picture of me when i was 4 1/2 years old) she and everybody thinks i still look the same but my hair is darker and my eyes are even smaller and i not 4 1/2 anymore. Thank you for reading Tell me in the comments if I should make a second story:D
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