Hi, my name is Jonas. I'm thirteen. I'm...well, not what tu would consider normal.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the converse store siguiente door, all pink. Okay, okay, see? I'm not normal. And that's not the end of it.
I have thirty T-shirts that say oveja vampiros Rock on them. Yeah, I amor the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with oveja that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into oveja vampiros that suck the blood out of their shepherds. It's rated R, but my parents never notice. I bet they don't even know there's a rating system. Lucky for me.
So, this morning, I woke up, when my glass of coca cola left from an año hace shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or tu shall suffer the consequences...like your precious ancestors," the woman screamed.
Was it my imagination...or did I get sucked into my glass of Coke?
Jonas's glass of Coke