It wasn't long ago that I was living in a highrise apartment building in Boston. Me and my dad were doing okay. But after Krage came after us, my dad disappeared. Now I live in New Hampshire with Mrs. Kloochie, who is like the grossest person you'll ever meet. She tosses dirty clothes and trash on the floor and actually throws donuts at me several times a day.
Worst of all is, I found out I'm not human and that there are dozens of magical creatures looking for me or trying to kill me. If it weren't for my best friend Bret, who is kind of a werewolf now because of me, and the beautiful redhaired girl next door (who I shouldn't crush on 'cause she's a total thief), I don't think I would have survived this long.
You can come around and read my blog if you want, but you're taking your chances. Hanging around with me could definitely get you killed.