Hi, my name is Jonas. I'm thirteen. I'm...well, not what you would consider normal.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the converse store seguinte 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 ovelha, ovelhas vampiros Rock on them. Yeah, I amor the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with ovelha, ovelhas that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into ovelha, ovelhas 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 ano atrás shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or you 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