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Walking with the Monster


was radical

right after I met

the monster.

Later, life





a living


like swimming

against a riptide,


the wrong

direction in the fast

lane of the freeway,


from sweetest

dreams to find yourself

in the middle of a


You Know My Story

Don't you? All about

my dive

into the lair of the monster

drug some people call crank.

Crystal. Tina. Ice.

How a summer visit

to my dad sent me


the arms of a boy -- a

hot-bodied hunk, my

very first love, who led

me down the path to


How I came home

no longer

Kristina Georgia

Snow, gifted high

school junior, total

dweeb, and


daughter, but

instead a stranger

who called herself Bree.

How, no matter

how hard


fought her, Bree

was stronger, brighter,

better equipped to deal

with a world where

everything moved at light

speed, everyone mired

in ego. Where "everyday"


another word

for making love with

the monster.

It Wasn't a Long Process

I went to my dad's in June, met Adam

the very first day. It took some time

to pry him from his girlfriend's grasp.

But within two weeks, he introduced

me to the monster. One time was all

it took to want more. It's a roller-

coaster ride. Catch the downhill

thrill, you want to ride again,

enough to endure the long,

hard climb back up again.

In days, I was hooked on

Adam, tobacco, and meth,

in no particular order. But

all summer vacations must

end. I had to come home to

Reno. And all my new bad

habits came with me. It was

a hella speed bump, oh yeah.

Until I hurt for it, I believed

I could leave the crystal behind.

But the crash-and-burn was more

than I could take. When the jet landed,

I was still buzzed from a good-bye binge.

My family crowded round me at the airport,

discussing summer plans and celebration


and all I wanted to do was skip off for

another snort.

Mom kept trying to feed me. My stepfa-

ther, Scott, kept

trying to ask questions about my visit

with Dad. My

big sister, Leigh, wanted to talk about

her new girlfriend,

and my little brother, Jake, kept

going on about soccer.

It didn't take long to figure out I

was in serious trouble.

Not the Kind of Trouble

You might think I'm

talking about. I was pretty

sure I could get away with Mom and Scott.

I'd always been such a good

girl, they wouldn't make the

jump to "bad" too quickly.

Especially not if I stayed cool.

I wasn't worried about

getting busted at school

or on the street. I'd only just

begun my walk with the monster.

I still had meat on my bones,

the teeth still looked good.

I didn't stutter yet. My mouth

could still keep up with my brain.

No, the main thing I worried

about was how I could score

there, at home. I'd never even

experimented with pot, let alone

meth. Where could I go?

Who could I trust with my

money, my secrets? I couldn't

ask Leigh. She was the prettiest

lesbian you've ever seen. But

to my knowledge she had

never used anything stronger

than a hearty glass of wine.

Not Sarah, my best friend since

fourth grade, or any of my

old crowd, all of whom lived by

the code of the D.A.R.E. pledge.

I really didn't need to worry,

of course. All I had to do

was leave things up to Bree,

the goddess of persuasion.

Before I Continue

I just want to remind you

that turning into Bree

was a conscious decision

on my part. I never really

liked Kristina that much.

Oh, some things about her

were pretty cool -- how she

was loyal to her family

and friends. How she loved

easily. How she was good

at any and all things artistic.

But she was such a brain,

with no sense of fashion

or any idea how to have fun.

So when fun presented

itself, I decided someone

new would have to take charge.

That someone was Bree.

I chose her name (not sure where

I got it), chose when to become her.

What I didn't expect was discovering

she had always been there, inside of me.

How could Kristina and Bree

live inside of one person?

How could two such different halves

make up the whole of me?

How could Bree have possibly survived,

stuck in Kristina's daily existence?

The Funny Thing Was

Bree solved the meth dilemma on a family

trip to Wild Waters, Scott's annual

company picnic. Sarah came The first


along to spend time with a truly


Kristina. But Bree lifeguard.

Turned out

had other things Brendan wasn't

so pretty

in mind. on the inside, but even

Bree, who

thrived on intuition, was

clueless. Hard

on the make, Brendan

shared booze, cigarettes.

But one guy wasn't quite enough. I

also ran into Chase Wagner that

day. His outside wasn't as I found out

attractive, but inside he soon enough


was fine. Of course, both Chase and


I didn't know knew the score

-- and both

that yet. were interested in

me. Brendan

only wanted sex; Chase

offered love.

Either way, I had my path to

the monster.

My Mom and Stepfather

Later, I discovered that Robyn, my

old friend Trent's sister (not to

mention an "in" cheerleader), It didn't take

tweaked to stay thin long to immerse

and "pep up." She myself in the


taught me how Didn't take long for


to smoke it. to go to shit; for friend

-ships and

dedication to family to falter.


take long to become a slave to the


Tried to stop me before

it all went completely wrong.

Kristina spent almost a whole

year GUFN -- grounded

until further notice.

But Bree was really good

at prying open windows

at night, lying with a straight

face, denying she had

slipped so far downhill.

Nothing slowed me down.

Not losing my virginity

to Brendan's rape. Not

spending a few days

in juvenile hall.

The only thing that kept

me sane was Chase's love,

despite all I put him through.

He even swore to love me

when I told him I was pregnant.

Pregnant. And Brendan

was the father. Bree considered

abortion. Exorcism. Kristina

understood the baby was not

the demon. His father was.

But you know this part

of the story. You followed

me on my journey through

the monster's territory.

We wound up here.

Who am I now, three

months after I left you,

standing on the deck

with me, listening to my

new baby, crying inside?

I told you then, the monster

is a way of life, one it's

difficult to leave behind,

no matter how hard you try.

I have tried, really I have.

Maybe if Chase had stayed

with me, instead of running

off to California, in search

of his dreams. Then again,

I told him to go.

Maybe if I had dreams

of my own to run off in

search of. I did once.

But now I have no plans

for a perfect tomorrow.

All I have is today.

T for Today

I'd really like to tell you I have a nice little place with

a white picket fence, flowers in the garden, and Winnie-

the-Pooh, Eeyore, and Tigger, too, on baby blue nursery

walls. I'd like to inform you that I am on a fast track to

a college degree and a career in computer animation --

something I've aimed for, ever since I found out I could

draw. I'd love to let

you know I left the

monster screaming

in my dust, shut my

ears, scrambled back

to my family, back to

my baby, my heart. I

could tell you those

things, but they'd be

lies -- nothing new for

me, true. But if all I

wrote was lies, you

wouldn't really know

my story. I want you

to know. Not a day

passes when I don't

think about getting

high. Strung. Getting

out of this deep well

of monotony I'm

slowly drowning in.

Copyright © 2007 by Ellen Hopkins

Library of Congress subject headings for this publication:
Methamphetamine -- Fiction.
Drug abuse -- Fiction.
Teenagers -- Fiction.
Novels in verse.
Babies -- Fiction.
Family problems -- Fiction.