Forty-two days ago, I was regular Jack Sullivan: thirteen years old, living an uneventful life in the uninteresting town of Wakefield. I was totally NOT a hero, totally NOT a tough guy, totally NOT fighting giant monsters. But look at me now. Battling a gargantuan beast on the roof of the local CVS Pharmacy. Life is crazy like that. Right now, the WHOLE WORLD is crazy like that. Check the shattered windows. Check the wild vines crawling up the side of the building. All of these things are not normal. And me? I haven't been normal, well, ever. I've always been different. See, I'm an orphan - I bounced all over the country, different homes, different families, before landing in this little town of Wakefield in December. But all that moving, it makes you tough: it makes you look cool, it makes you look confident, it makes you look good with the girls - it makes you JACK SULLIVAN. "Oh crud! INCOMING MONSTER FIST!!!" Yikes. Almost got a monster fist to the skull right there. I'm at a CVS because I need an eyeglass repair kit - those little tool sets that dads buy for when their glasses break. I know, that's a lame thing to need. But I have a walkie and that walkie is busted and need to fix that walkie, I need a really really REALLY tiny screwdriver and the only place to get a really really REALLY tiny screwdriver is in an EYEGLASS REPAIR KIT.
