Hi, my name is Jonas. I'm thirteen. I'm...well, not what toi would consider normal.
I have twenty pairs of X-His from the Converse store suivant 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 mouton, moutons vampires Rock on them. Yeah, I l’amour the horror movie "Sheep Vampires." It's filled with mouton, moutons that get tortured and wake up at midnight only to turn into mouton, moutons vampires 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 left from an an il y a shimmered. A misty face appeared.
"Jonas...come here to me...or toi 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