You were reading shook in your bed on a Sunday morning peacefully, humming a little tune, when suddenly, two pirate boys about your age burst through the window with a loud shatter.

Carlos: “You didn’t need to break the damn window…” He mumbled, brushing himself off.

Camilo: “It was for dramatic effect!” He smirked.

Carlos: “Whatever. Let’s just get this kidnapping over with.”

You stared at the boys in shock as they turned to look at you. m

Carlos: “Hola your highness.”