The Immigrant Diaries

My name is not Ching Chang-Ximena Aquino

It all started when i was escorted to London, i saw it as an opportunity to make friends and to find new people, It was exciting, i was enrolled in a high school, very little of asian people were there. I was quite scared, i've never been to a british school before, so i know very little about culture and life here.

"Hello, we have a new student Year 8. I expect you to treat her nicely since she is not from here, what is your name?" I paused, i understand some of the bits she said but not all "Uhm-Ximena Aquino.." God, i could see the smirks on people's faces, i kept my gaze down and walked to my seat, After a long maths lesson, we went to break time. I tried making friends, but then a group of people came to me, i looked at them "Hi." God-why did i mumble, I Was gonna get bullied for sure. "Ching Chang Ka Bong Bing" One of those kids said, their eyes squinting "Knee How!!" All of them squint their eyes "Go eat dog, coronavirus!" "Wuhan Bitch!" I didn't know how to react, i was upset, afraid. Was this really my destiny? "Go back to China, Ching Chong!" "Is your name Ching Chang?" I sighed "My name is not Ching Chang!, I am not a Wuhan Bitch, now please-Leave me alone."

I arrived home after being followed by those white kids, i took a left turn and hid in an alleyway, i was sure they were gone now. I came out and continued walking home, i unlocked the door and as soon as i came in my aunties, uncles and everybody who came for immigration was here, in my house, i couldn't help crying. My mum came towards me and hugged me "What did they say?" I could not speak, didn't want to speak, My cousins all gave me big hugs. I had to smile or i would just look rude.

I hate London.