Written in story format...
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"Hey! You're Asian!" says some poor white girl, surprised that an Asian girl has somehow landed in her art class. "...Yes, I'm Asian." I reply somewhat half-heartedly to this girl. Is being Asian really all that strange, exotic, in this melting pot of the United States?
I look Asian, yes, I have the typical black hair, "yellow" skin, Asian eyes, not chinky though, I do have the double eyelids. But I've thought so many times that hey, would it really be so bad if I was white? Then my family wouldn't be a mafia would it?
What do I define as mafia? Well, mafia in this sense equals a close community, gathering, of people that seem very very close on the outside, and very possibly ARE that close on the inside, but behind each others backs, there's the constant gossiping, the constant stabbing in the back to gain the upper hand with the head of the family. In my case, the grandmother.
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**WARNING**
This is VERY VERY basic...not even close to what I want to get down. But...it's a start. ... ... ... right??