Glenn turned to Robert. “What's more important?” he asked. “A stupid Valentine's Day concert of saving the world from an army of ancient monsters?”When Glenn put the question that way, Robert felt as though he had no choice. “I guess saving the world.”“I'll save your seats,” Karina offered. “Have fun.

He scanned the page looking for an entry that read, "Help! I'm Almost Thirteen Years Old and I Still Have the Muscles of a Third-Grader!" but apparently Robert's condition was so freakish and rare, the authors of the book didn't even bother to include it.

If there's one thing Robert had learned in three weeks at Lovecraft Middle School, it's that nothing was impossible.