Manhattan Upper West Side, September 17th 2015

It's 7 a.m Kyle and Jessica are sleeping in the couch of my living room.

They look so good even after a harsh night we had and I look like hell.

They are laying very close to each other and that's a little awkward to me since I'm purdy.

I go to my kitchen and start to make the breakfast when the bell rings.

I open the door and there's no one.

I look both sides to see if there's someone running but no, no one.

I look down as I always do and I find a box in a blue wrapping paper.

I grab it and take it home.

In the meantime, Kyle and Jessica wake up and start making the breakfast.

Jordan – Good morning buds.

Kyle – Good morning.

Jessica – Morning.

We start to eat our breakfasts and mine tastes awful, I stop eating.

Jordan – What did you put on my breakfast? It tastes like dirt.

Kyle – It's just a new kind of cereals.

Jessica – You need to change your diet.

Jordan – Ok I understand but it's so awful, ugh.

Jessica – We will ditch school, what do you think?!

Jordan – Ok I guess one day without going to school isn't that bad.

Kyle – That's how we talk!

Jessica – Ok, so we will start that transformation, ok?

Jordan – Ok, but I'm scared.

Kyle – There's nothing to be scared about.

Jordan – Right.

Kyle - I just have to call a little friend of mine to help us.

Jessica – Oh yes call him.

Jordan – I'm getting really worried now.

Jessica – Don't.

Kyle –See you in a couple of minutes.

I'm terrified with this transformation, what is so important that Kyle has to call another person.

I hope they don't do bad things to me.

Jessica went to the bathroom and brought a big backpack, I'm really frightened.

It's like they are planning on doing a ritual.

I totally forgot about the box in the hall, I run fast as I can to get it, and guess what?

It's not there, where did it go?

The phone rings in the middle of my thinking time.

I answer it and it's my mom, she seems happy even though I totally forgot her.

Jordan (on the phone) – Mum, first of all I'm very sorry I didn't call you since I arrived at New York.

Jordan (on the phone) – I'm okay and everything's going good.

Jordan (on the phone) – I have two friends that are amazing. How are you?

Jordan (on the phone) – Oh ok thank you by the way, you sound different.

Jessica – Sorry Jordan, you have to finish your call because the transformation is about to begin.

Jordan (on the phone) – Sorry mum I gotta go, love ya.

I don't know why but my mom sounds different.

I mean she didn't care about what I was doing at home in class time.

The doorbell rings again and Kyle runs to the door.

Kyle – Let me open it.

A middle aged man is standing in door dressed all in black.

He's grabbing a ball with holes hooked in a chain that frees an awful aroma.

Jessica drags me to the floor and lays me on the floor with my arms open.

Then Kyle and the old man draw a pentagram around me, I hope this is not a satanic ritual.

Suddenly Oscar enters and start to recite some weird stuff that involved demons.

Jessica looks at me like she's telling me to not be afraid and shove a beverage in my mouth.

I start to feel dizzy and in a matter of time I was feeling like I was floating around the room.

Again for my surprise the perfect shadow appears and transforms into an evil me that enters through my mouth.

I scream of pain even though I'm not wounded, everybody claimed glory to satan and everything became dark.

Is the transformation done?!

Usually the transformation that is made when you arrive at New York is a makeover.

A change in your clothing style and appearance, not a freaking satanic ritual.