It all happened in Mex City where the saying goes,"Life is a continuous struggle in which only the fittest can survive". It took me 16 years for me to perfectly understand this quote. I consider myself as the most unfortunate child to be born on this earth, as in three months into my birth my Dad suffered a very tragic accidents which ended his life and as of my Mom she died when I was just 11 years old. So at the age of 11 years I had to carter for myself and also provide shelter for myself. To be frank it was immensely difficult for me but as a 11 years old boy people saw me as a very cute and handsome little boy. This greatly helped me because and time I beg for money on the street, I was never frustrated.
On one rainy occasion,a certain old man who saw how homeless and pitiful I was, decided to take care of me. He introduced himself as Smily he promised to take care of me and give me shelter, food and everything I would ever wish for.i had no choice and at that moment I thought I have seen my saviour. So he took me to home and it was there where I met new friends but in a way it felt they were like my family, because they accepted me at first sight and they were not surprised to see me in their house. They all introduced their selves as; Masarati, Survival and F*ck Dem. Some of them had the same story as compared to mine, but others had a terrible story. Like Survival who his parents abandon him by leaving him leaving him at the seaside at the age of 2 years but fortunately for him, he was found by Smily. He was the oldest to live with Smily and knew more about him than any of us. He is 11 years now, we both have the same age just that am few months older than him. The youngest kid among us was F*ck Dem,he was only 9 years old. He was looks kind of innocent but he was also kind of homeless. He was a street rat in a way that he had to steal to survive. And the last kid was Masarati who was 10 years old by then. He spoke kind of tough and he it looks like he didn't have anything to fear. He story was kind of long but anyways he is here. Just when I was about to ask them about how many more kids are there, I saw something I that I never expected to see in the room it was my childhood friend Charlotte.
I knew Charlotte to be a homeless girl when she was just 6 years old. She used to sometimes come to our house for food. But my Mom being a wonderful and kind person allowed her to stay for the night on one stormy time goes on night became days and days became weeks. But one day she went out and and never returned, my Mom and I were very worried. I was only one year older than her and Charlotte was like a small sister to me. Even though she left without saying goodbye her memories were still with was a scar on face that I could never forget. But this Charlotte was different from the one I knew, she didn't laugh or smile anymore. She wasn't the girl I grew up with. They even called Kakira. Ok but why didn't she even say hi and she just passed by me. Smily walked in and told them to kill the lights becoz today we will be preparing for Mextopia but it must start with a feast. The three boys went to the kitchen to bring different types of food. This was the greatest feast I have ever had, we ate different variety of foods.
After the feast Smily said something to the boys. If I really heard it well he said it time for Mextopia. Yh that was exactly what he said. The room became quite it was like they were not expecting it. Then F*ck Dem who was sitting close to me wissped in my ears,'nobody knowns what it is'. Smily always tell them he was going to teach something called 'Mextopia' but they had no clue. Smily continued to say, "Am going to review a dark secret to you, something nobody knows. It started with my ancestors. The Mextopia generation has been passed on and on and on and now am the last one of the generation". Survival who as always been joking around was like " wow then it must be cool"
Actually this are all flashbacks, a brief introduction about my past the real story goes like...