Well folks, since a lot of English-speaking people read this story, it's only fair to give you an English version.
Important notice: There will be Spanglish at times, I don't really like it that much, but I think it's the best way to make sense of this story.
Without more to say, let's get started!
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Our story begins in one of the most terrible regions to live in the United Mexican States, better known as; "Beautiful and dear Mexico", in the Free and Sovereign State of Mexico, better known as the country's thieves' nest, and don't ask me, ask anyone who lives in that state, 8 out of 10 have been robbed , and the rest ... are thieves.
But hey, enough to discredit the State of Mexico.
Our protagonist was a high school student with relatively low GPAs, the reason? the quarantine gave his life some ups and downs.
The teachers made the students teach the class. The few who taught classes were through PDFs and this semester there was a teacher who told him that he should learn the programming language of this semester on his own.
"Pinches teachers are useless, they don't even know how to teach" said our protagonist.
At that moment in the middle of the street he meets his best friend, a guy who had done quite well.
- "Don't get me wrong, I'm happy for him, he tries hard, but at his school they are less strict and the teachers are more dedicated" - thought our protagonist.
"What's up wey?" He asked his friend.
"Nothing wey, just tell me how you've been, I thought you were going to change to my school?" He asked him.
"Life is some ups and downs, no school wants to accept that you transfer as a student," he replied.
"And what are you going to do?" He asked him.
"For now ... I'm going to push myself, I don't want to end up doing nothing," he told him.
He had made several mistakes in his life, fortunately most of them were irresponsible at school, until now he had not consumed alcohol or drugs.
"Is there a plan B?" asked his friend.
"Plan B is to hope that I can enter the army as a Razo soldier, it won't be the best job in the world, but the pay is pretty good," he said.
"Do you think it is possible that you have to apply that plan?"
"You know ... I think ... no," he told him.
"Eh?"
"You know, finally things seem to be going well for me, of course I am giving like 300% and I have stress and sleep problems, but I think I will manage to pass, once I have the high school certificate I will give my application to enter the Heroic Military College "he replied.
He was a fan of the army and weapons, enforcing the law was his dream, he believed that with a well-applied law his country could prosper, his dream (although he had already discarded it) was that one day Mexico Lindo y Querido was a respected superpower in the world, and a benchmark in international politics.
"Well, good luck partner."
"Your welcome bro" he reply.
"Adios Pana" said his friend before saying goodbye.
His goal was to serve Mexico, so he really wanted to have a career in the military, he didn't like office hours.
He was currently studying programming, simply because it was the least worst.
"I entered this career hoping to create games, not to make piteous web pages with HTML" He says for himself.
"Hey cousin!"
"What's wrong Arturo?" He said to his cousin.
"Ignoring the quarantine?" asked Arturo.
"Can't you see my N95?" Said our protagonist referring to his mouth guard.
"Yes, but you know that in your town there is a curfew at 6 pm" he told him.
"I know, but I need to print this ... it's my frame for the module of the degree, it's the third grade of the semester" he said.
"Tell me"
"Do you still have your printer?" Asked our protagonist to his cousin Arturo.
"Yes, the grandfather is using it inside"
"Great, can I borrow it? I have not found any cyber cafe so far"
"Okay cousin, come in"
At that moment they entered Arturo's house.
"Good morning," said our protagonist.
"Night" Arturo corrected.
"Oh yeah right, Good Night family" said Saluting.
"Good night, mijo, what do you need?" Said Grandpa.
"Well ... I need to print this," he told her showing a USB stick.
"Your mother can't buy a printer?" Said Grandpa.
"Grandpa, we're eating marucha with frijoles" he said wryly.
"Okay son, you can use the printer." said Grandpa.
"Well thank you grandfather" said our protagonist.
"You're welcome, mijo." He answered.
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"Well, I'm done!" Said the protagonist our story.
"All right son, do you want me to take you back to your house?" He said kindly.
"No thanks, Grandpa, I can take care of myself, besides that it is not necessary for me to go out, I am going to take the van to my town," he replied to his Grandfather.
"Are you sure? There have been many robberies lately" Grandpa said alarmed.
"Don't worry Grandpa, I don't have anything they can steal from me," he replied.
"Well my son, take care"
"Equally grandfather"
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The Ecatepec combis are not the best place, in fact, I think that no one who does not have the need gets on those transport machines, the assaults are quite common, we can say that almost all the Edo Mex assaults occur in those combis.
"Well now I just have to get home in one piece," said the protagonist to himself.
At that moment a guy with a black hood gets into the van.
After a few minutes the guy still wasn't doing anything strange.
- "He's grabbing a signal" - he thought wryly.
"Haber take me out your wallets, and your cell phones, pray," said the guy at the same time that he took out an M1911 pistol.
- "And we returned to normality" - he thought ironically.
"Haber your cell phone" says the thief
"You know I don't like conflicts ..." he said before being interrupted.
"I don't give a shit, give me the cell phone right now," said the criminal who was robbing the van.
"That's where I'm going, here," he said, giving her his cell phone.
The criminal stared at the cell phone, a Samsung Galaxy J1 with a broken screen, the central button destroyed, the touch raised above its screen level, as well as the inflated battery.
"Give me the real bastard," said the annoying thief.
"That? I don't have another" He had avoided buying another to avoid losing enough money if he was mugged.
"No mames wey, that's serious," said the criminal.
"Well, he's the only one, I suppose you'll have to settle for ..." He couldn't finish that sentence, as the robber fired a .45 acp bullet at him, which sent him to the ground almost instantly.
- "That is how everything ends" - he thought before he died.
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"Look girls, Lincoln is waking up" a voice was heard in the middle of his dreams.
The sound of a machine of those that measures the heart rate reached his ears.
- "So I'm in the hospital" - he thought.
At that moment he opened his eyes.
"Good morning Linky," a little girl's voice was heard as she opened her eyes.
"Who is she?" He asked.
- "Wait, that girl's names me as Linky?" - He thought.
"Girl, did you talk to me?" At that moment he opened his eyes.
The girl in front of him looked to be about 6 years old, plus she had blonde hair.
"Linky is me, Lana," said the girl who named herself Lana.
- "Where do I hear that name, wait! Blonde hair, 6 years old and her name is Lana?" -
"Are you Lana Loud?" He asked.
"Ah ... yes Lincoln, it's me, Lana, the rest of us are outside the room," Lana said.
At that moment she realized that there were about 11 more guys outside the room, who indeed looked like a realistic version of the Loud Familia members.
- "This can't be happening" - he thought.
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Well, I hope you liked it, if so, leave a Like and a comment.
Now our protagonist faces a new adventure, in the Loud House.
Well, without more to say ... Bye.
Glossary of words in Spanish:
Pinche: Fucking
Wey: Man.
Pana: Friend
Mijo: Son
Marucha: (instant noodle soup)
Frijoles: Beans
No mames: Don't make up (rude)
Combi: Mini bus or Van.
