Azura the youngest pope

On the blue planet called earth, there is a boy, he's fifteen years old and his name is Micheal Zama, Micheal was born in South Africa. 

He lived with his mother and father, they were not rich by any mean, they lived in a small three room house, with a single bedroom, a bathroom and the living room, as for the kitchen, they used the living room as the kitchen as well. 

His mother was an exotic dancer or a stripper to put it in simple terms and his father, he was nothing but a criminal, a hustler who would pick up any type of illegal job that would bring him money, he would sell drugs, get caught, and when he got released he would find something else or get back to drugs. 

Most of the money his parents owned went to their love of narcotics, they would sit in the living room, inhaling the white substance into their systems, sometimes Micheal would watch something he would run outside. 

Sometimes he would go to sleep on an empty stomach as his parents didn't buy any food they completely neglected him. All in all life was miserable, and this affected his life and his education, Micheal is no fool by any means of the word.

He was at the top of his class in academic achievement, this also attracted some bad attention, specifically from bullies, yeah they are everywhere, they made his school life miserable, the bullying was bad but no one really helped because of the bad reputation of his parents. 

Things got worse when his father was shot and killed, apparently he owed money to this notorious gang in the area and it seems his luck had finally ran out. 

When his mother learnt of this she immediately packed their belongings and said they are moving. Moving to America, apparently she had met a man online and they had a thing going on and after she made up some sad story he agreed to give her money to travel and come live with him. 

Things finally seemed to be working out, as when they got to American living with this guy, things were good and he seemed to have a good source of income, he even paid for Michael's education. 

Things were finally looking positive, but alas it was also too good to be true, a now seventeen year old Micheal learnt that Steve, his mothers white boyfriend and his new step father owned a brothel and his mother was one of his workers. 

That would explain why his mother would disappear for days, sometimes weeks and that would also explain the increased number of bruises on her, Steve would slap her once in a while but now she has bruises on her entire body. 

Micheal had decided it's enough and he would escape from this life with his mother, she might have made several stupid decisions and has a terrible taste in man but she was still his mother and he wasn't going to leave her here. 

The first plan was to gather enough money, so he would do any peace job he would find, he even started working for Steve in the brothel, doing regular check ups and even helping to book appointments, it all made him sick to the stomach but he had to do it. 

The end justifies the means right, that's the saying. 

During this year he had gathered a large sum of money and he was doing his last year of school with high grades, despite the bullying he's facing at school he was happy, things were looking up. 

But alas, it never goes as planned. One evening, he had just left from one of his part time jobs and he didn't notice the car following him, 

Micheal kept walking, he was feeling happy his mind already imagining freedom and true happiness, he then heard something behind him and the second he turned his head, he was hit across the face with a baseball bat, knocking him unconscious. 

When Micheal regained consciousness, he found himself carried by two guys, the unfamiliar scenery caused panic to rise in his heart and he started to struggle, fighting against the dizziness and the pain in his head. 

His captors dropped him on the ground, causing a groan of pain to escape from his lips, he was finally able to take a look at his captors and where he was. 

"What's up Mike". 

He recognised the voice as well as the faces of the five people surrounding him. 

"Adam". Micheal gritted his teeth as he tried to get up, only to get kicked on the gut by one of the guys. 

Feeling the air get knocked out of him, causing him to cough out in pain. 

"What's wrong Mike, can't fight back, It seems you grew some balls when you decided to punch Ace over here, so get up and fight back". 

They let him stand up, telling him to fight back, but it was hopeless as he was circled in between them and most of them are stronger than him, not to mention Adam is part of the boxing club in school. 

"Pleas-"

Before he could even finish his words, he received a punch on the jaw, drawing blood from his, lips, then another one on his stomach came from the other side, then another one on his face again, then they just kept falling, he couldn't defend himself from the onslaught as he dropped on the floor. 

"Fight back Mike, fight!" Shouted Adam as he sent a kick to his head, almost knocking him unconscious. His pleas fell on deaf ears as they mercilessly assaulted him. 

"Stop please stop, stop, please!" 

Azura shouted as he set up on his bed, he was covered in sweat and tears were falling from his eyes. 

"It's just a dream". He murmured as he laid back down gazing at the stars through the skylight.