Introduction - Ellen Hopkins
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We hear that life<br />
was good before she<br />
met the monster.<br />
With excerpts from:<br />
Margaret K. McElderry Books<br />
Simon & Schuster Children’s Publishing
This is a story about a monster. Not a dragon or a mythological beast,<br />
but a very real, very destructive monster—crystal meth—that takes<br />
hold of seventeen-year-old Kristina Snow and transforms her into<br />
her reckless alter-ego Bree. Based on her own daughter’s addiction<br />
to crystal meth, <strong>Ellen</strong> <strong>Hopkins</strong>’ novel-in-verse is a vivid, transfixing<br />
look into teenage drug use. Told in Kristina’s voice, it provides a<br />
realistic portrayal of the tortured logic of an addict.
Life was good<br />
before I<br />
met<br />
After,<br />
life<br />
At<br />
least<br />
Flirtin’ with the Monster<br />
the monster.<br />
was great.<br />
for a little while.<br />
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So you want to know all<br />
about me. Who<br />
What chance meeting of<br />
brush and canvas painted<br />
you see? What made<br />
me despise the girl<br />
enough to transform her,<br />
turn her into a stranger,<br />
So you want to hear<br />
the whole story. Why<br />
off the high road,<br />
hard left to nowhere,<br />
indifferent to those<br />
coughing my dust,<br />
I<strong>Introduction</strong><br />
I am.<br />
the face<br />
in the mirror<br />
only not.<br />
I swerved<br />
recklessly<br />
picked up speed<br />
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no limits, no top end,<br />
just a high velocity rush<br />
to madness.<br />
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Alone<br />
Alone,<br />
everything changes.<br />
Some might call it distorted reality,<br />
but it’s exactly the place I need to be:<br />
no mom,<br />
Marie, ever more distant,<br />
in her midlife quest for fame<br />
no stepfather,<br />
Scott, stern and heavy-handed<br />
with unattainable expectations<br />
no big sister,<br />
Leigh, caught up in a tempest<br />
of uncertain sexuality<br />
no little brother,<br />
Jake, spoiled and shameless<br />
in his thievery of my niche.<br />
there is only the person inside.<br />
I’ve grown to like her better<br />
than the stuck-up husk of me. She’s<br />
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Alone,<br />
not quite silent,<br />
shouts obscenities just because<br />
they roll so well off the tongue<br />
not quite straight-A,<br />
but talented in oh-so-many<br />
enviable ways<br />
not quite sanitary,<br />
farts with gusto, picks<br />
her nose, spits like a guy<br />
not quite sane,<br />
sometimes, to tell you the truth,<br />
even I wonder about her.<br />
there is no perfect daughter,<br />
no gifted high-school junior,<br />
no Kristina Georgia Snow.<br />
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There is only Bree.
oon<br />
Bree<br />
I suppose<br />
she’s always been<br />
there, vague as a soft<br />
copper pulse of moonlight<br />
through blossoming seacoast<br />
I wonder<br />
when I first noticed<br />
her, slipping in and out<br />
of my pores, hide-and-seek<br />
spider in fieldstone, red-bellied<br />
I summon<br />
Bree when dreams<br />
no longer satisfy, when<br />
gentle clouds of monotony<br />
smother thunder, when Kristina<br />
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fog.<br />
phantom.<br />
cries.
I remember<br />
the night I first<br />
let her go, opened the<br />
smeared glass, one thin pane,<br />
cellophane between rules and sin,<br />
7<br />
freed.
MMore<br />
on Bree<br />
Spare me<br />
those Psych ’01 labels,<br />
I’m no more schizo than most.<br />
Bree is<br />
no imaginary playmate,<br />
no overactive pituitary,<br />
no alter ego, moving in.<br />
Hers is the face I wear,<br />
fathomless oceans where<br />
Besides,<br />
even good girls have secrets,<br />
ones even their best friends must guess.<br />
treading the riptide,<br />
good girls drown.<br />
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Who do<br />
they turn to on lonely<br />
moon-shadowed sidewalks?<br />
I’d love to hear them confess:<br />
Who do they become when<br />
a cool puff of smoke, and<br />
night descends,<br />
vampires come out to party?<br />
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MMy<br />
Mom Will Tell You<br />
it started with a court-ordered visit.<br />
The judge had a God complex.<br />
I guess for once she’s right.<br />
Was it just last summer?<br />
He started an avalanche.<br />
My mom enjoys discussing<br />
her daughter’s downhill slide.<br />
It swallowed her whole.<br />
I still wore pleated skirts, lipgloss.<br />
Crooked bangs defined my style.<br />
Could I have saved her?<br />
My mom often outlines her first<br />
marriage, its bitter amen. Interested?<br />
I was too young, clueless.<br />
I hadn’t seen Dad in eight years.<br />
No calls. No cards. No presents.<br />
He was a self-serving bastard.<br />
My mom, warrior goddess, threw<br />
down the gauntlet when he phoned.<br />
He played the prodigal trump card.<br />
I begged. Pouted. Plotted. Cajoled.<br />
I was six again, adoring Daddy.<br />
What the hell gave him that right?<br />
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My mom gave a detailed run-down<br />
of his varied bad habits.<br />
Contrite was not his style.<br />
I promised. Swore. Crossed my heart.<br />
Recited the D.A.R.E. pledge verbatim.<br />
How could she love him so much?<br />
My mom relented, kissed me<br />
good-bye, sad her perfume.<br />
Things would never be the same.<br />
I think it was the last time she kissed me.<br />
But I was on my way to Daddy.<br />
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Crank. Glass. Ice. Crystal. Whatever you call it, it’s all the same: a monster.<br />
And once it’s got hold of you, this monster will never let you go.<br />
Kristina thinks she can control it. Now with a baby to care for, she’s<br />
determined to be the one deciding when and how much, the one calling<br />
the shots. But the monster is too strong, and before she knows it, Kristina<br />
is back in its grips. She needs the monster to keep going, to face the<br />
pressures of day-to-day life. She needs it to feel alive.<br />
The sequel to Crank, this is the continuing story of Kristina and her descent<br />
back to hell. Told in verse, it’s a harrowing and disturbing look at addiction<br />
and the damage that it inflicts.
Hunter, Autumn, and Summer—three of Kristina Snow’s five children—<br />
live in different homes, with different guardians and different last names.<br />
They share only a predisposition for addiction and a host of troubled<br />
feelings toward the mother who barely knows them, a mother who has<br />
been riding with the monster, crank, for twenty years.<br />
Told in three voices and punctuated by news articles chronicling the<br />
family’s story, FALLOUT is the stunning conclusion to the trilogy begun by<br />
CRANK and GLASS, and a testament to the harsh reality that addiction<br />
is never just one person’s problem.
We Hear<br />
That life was good<br />
before she<br />
met<br />
but those page flips<br />
went down before<br />
our collective<br />
cognition. Kristina<br />
that chapter of her<br />
history before we<br />
were even whispers<br />
in her womb.<br />
The monster shaped<br />
lives, without our ever<br />
touching it. Read on<br />
if you dare. This<br />
isn’t pretty.<br />
the monster,<br />
wrote<br />
our<br />
memoir<br />
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Hunter Seth Haskins<br />
So You Want to KnoW<br />
All about her. Who<br />
really is. (Was?) Why<br />
she swerved off<br />
the high road. Hard<br />
to nowhere,<br />
recklessly<br />
indifferent to<br />
Hunter Seth Haskins,<br />
her firstborn<br />
son. I’ve been<br />
that down for<br />
nineteen years.<br />
Why did she go<br />
her mindless way,<br />
leaving me spinning<br />
in a whirlwind of<br />
she<br />
left<br />
me,<br />
choking<br />
on<br />
her dust?<br />
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If You Don’t KnoW<br />
Her story, I’ll try<br />
my best to enlighten<br />
you, though I’m not sure<br />
of every word of it myself.<br />
I suppose I should know<br />
more. I mean, it has been<br />
recorded for eternity—<br />
a bestselling fictionalization,<br />
so the world wouldn’t see<br />
precisely who we are—<br />
my mixed-up, messedup<br />
family, a convoluted<br />
collection of mostly regular<br />
people, somehow strengthened<br />
by indissoluble love, despite<br />
an ever-present undercurrent<br />
of pain. The saga started here:<br />
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foreWorD<br />
Kristina Georgia Snow<br />
gave me life in her seventeenth<br />
year. She’s my mother,<br />
but never bothered to be<br />
my mom. That job fell<br />
to her mother, my grandmother,<br />
Marie, whose unfailing love<br />
made her Mom even before<br />
she and Dad (Kristina’s stepfather,<br />
Scott) adopted me. That was<br />
really your decision, Mom claims.<br />
You were three when you started<br />
calling us Mama and Papa.<br />
The other kids in your playgroup<br />
had them. You wanted them too.<br />
We became an official<br />
legal family when I was four.<br />
My memory of that day is hazy<br />
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at best, but if I reach way,<br />
way back, I can almost see<br />
the lady judge, perched<br />
like an eagle, way high above<br />
little me. I think she was<br />
sniffling. Crying, maybe?<br />
I don’t really remember all<br />
those words, but Mom repeats<br />
them sometimes, usually<br />
when she stares at the crystal<br />
heart, catching morning sun<br />
through the kitchen window.<br />
That part of Kristina’s story<br />
always makes Mom sad.<br />
Here’s a little more of the saga.<br />
Her voice was gentle. I want<br />
to thank you, Mr. and Mrs.<br />
Haskins, for loving this child<br />
as he deserves to be loved.<br />
Please accept this small gift,<br />
which represents that love.<br />
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Chapter one<br />
It started with a court-ordered<br />
summer visit to Kristina’s<br />
druggie dad. Genetically,<br />
that makes him my grandfather,<br />
not that he takes much interest<br />
in the role. Supposedly he stopped<br />
by once or twice when I was still<br />
bopping around in diapers.<br />
Mom says he wandered in late<br />
to my baptism, dragging<br />
Kristina along, both of them<br />
wearing the stench of monster<br />
sweat. Monster, meaning crystal<br />
meth. They’d been up all night,<br />
catching a monstrous buzz.<br />
It wasn’t the first time<br />
they’d partied together. That<br />
was in Albuquerque, where dear<br />
old Gramps lives, and where<br />
Kristina met the guy who popped<br />
her just-say-no-to-drugs cherry.<br />
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Our lives were never the same<br />
again, Mom often says. That<br />
was the beginning of six years<br />
of hell. I’m not sure how we all<br />
survived it. Thank God you were<br />
born safe and sound. . . .<br />
All my fingers, toes, and a fully<br />
functional brain. Yadda, yadda . . .<br />
Well, I am glad about the brain.<br />
Except when Mom gives me<br />
the old, What is up with you?<br />
You’re a brilliant kid. Why do<br />
you refuse to perform like one?<br />
A C-plus in English? If you would<br />
just apply yourself . . .<br />
Yeah, yeah. Heard it before.<br />
Apply myself? To what?<br />
And what the hell for?<br />
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I KInD of enjoY<br />
My underachiever status.<br />
I’ve found the harder you<br />
work, the more people expect<br />
of you. I’d much rather fly<br />
way low under the radar.<br />
That was one of Kristina’s<br />
biggest mistakes, I think—<br />
insisting on being right-upin-your-face<br />
irresponsible.<br />
Anyway, your first couple years<br />
of college are supposed to be<br />
about having fun, not about<br />
deciding what you want to do<br />
with the rest of your life. Plenty<br />
of time for all that whenever.<br />
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I decided on UNR—University<br />
of Nevada, Reno—not so much<br />
because it was always a goal,<br />
but because Mom and Dad<br />
did this prepaid tuition thing,<br />
and I never had Ivy League<br />
ambitions or the need to venture<br />
too far from home. School is school.<br />
I’ll get my BA in communications,<br />
then figure out what to do with it.<br />
I’ve got a part-time radio gig at<br />
the X, an allowance for incidentals,<br />
and I live at home. What more<br />
could a guy need? Especially<br />
when he’s got a girl like Nikki.<br />
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Autumn Rose Shepherd<br />
Sometimes I See Faces<br />
Somehow familiar,<br />
but I don’t know why.<br />
I cannot label them,<br />
no matter how intently<br />
I try. They are nameless.<br />
And yet not strangers.<br />
Like Alamo ghosts, they<br />
emerge from deep<br />
of night, materialize<br />
from darkness, deny<br />
my sleep. I would call them<br />
dreams. But that’s too easy.<br />
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I Suspect<br />
One of those faces belongs<br />
to my mother. It is young, not<br />
much older than mine, but weary,<br />
with cheeks like stark coastal<br />
cliffs and hollow blue eyes, framed<br />
with drifts of mink-colored hair.<br />
I don’t look very much like her.<br />
My hair curls, auburn, around<br />
a full, heart-shaped face, and<br />
my eyes are brown. Or, to be<br />
more creative, burnt umber. Nothing<br />
like hers, so maybe I’m mistaken<br />
about her identity. Is she my mother?<br />
Is she the one who christened me<br />
Autumn Rose Shepherd? Pretty<br />
name. Wish I could live up to it.<br />
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Aunt Cora Insists<br />
I am pretty. But Aunt Cora<br />
is a one-woman cheering section.<br />
Thank goodness the grandstands<br />
aren’t completely empty.<br />
I’m kind of a lone wolf, except<br />
for Cherie, and she’s what you<br />
might call a part-time friend.<br />
We hang out sometimes, but<br />
only if she’s got nothing better<br />
going on. Meaning no ballet recitals<br />
or play rehearsals or guy-of-the-day<br />
to distract her from those.<br />
But Aunt Cora is always there,<br />
someone I can count on, through<br />
chowder or broth, as Grandfather says.<br />
Old Texas talk for “thick or thin.”<br />
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Generally<br />
Things feel<br />
Most days,<br />
Blah, blah, blah.<br />
But sometimes,<br />
I don’t want to<br />
leave my room.<br />
about the consistency<br />
of milky oatmeal.<br />
With honey.<br />
Raisins.<br />
Nuts.<br />
I wake up relatively<br />
happy. Eat breakfast.<br />
Go to school.<br />
Come home.<br />
Dinner.<br />
Homework.<br />
Bed.<br />
for no reason beyond<br />
a loud noise or leather<br />
cleaner smell, I am afraid.<br />
It’s like yanking myself<br />
from a nightmare only,<br />
even wide awake,<br />
I can’t unstick myself<br />
from the fear of the dream.<br />
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Can’t Bear the Thought<br />
Of people staring, I’m sure<br />
they will. Sure they’ll know.<br />
Sure they’ll think I’m crazy.<br />
The only person I can talk to<br />
is Aunt Cora. I can go to her<br />
all freaked out. Can scream,<br />
“What’s the matter with me?”<br />
And she’ll open her arms, let me<br />
cry and rant, and never once<br />
has she called me crazy. One<br />
time she said, Things happened<br />
when you were little. Things you<br />
don’t remember now, and don’t want<br />
to. But they need to escape,<br />
need to worm their way out<br />
of that dark place in your brain<br />
where you keep them stashed.<br />
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Summer Lily Kenwood<br />
Screaming<br />
I learned not to<br />
a long time ago.<br />
Learned to<br />
down hard<br />
against pain,<br />
my little mouth<br />
wedged shut.<br />
back was useless,<br />
anyway. I was<br />
at three, and Zoe<br />
was a hammer.<br />
are stinkier than<br />
boys when they<br />
dirty, she’d say,<br />
scrubbing until I<br />
And if I cried<br />
out, I hurt<br />
scream<br />
bite<br />
keep<br />
Fighting<br />
fragile<br />
Girls<br />
get<br />
hurt.<br />
worse.<br />
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I’m Fifteen Now<br />
And though Zoe is no longer<br />
Dad’s lay of the day, I’ll never<br />
forget her or how he closed<br />
his eyes to the ugly things<br />
she did to me regularly.<br />
He never said a word about<br />
the swollen red places. Never<br />
told her to stop. He had to know,<br />
and if he didn’t, she must have<br />
been one magical piece of ass.<br />
Cynical? Me? Yeah, maybe<br />
I am, but then, why wouldn’t<br />
I be? Since the day I was born,<br />
I’ve been passed around. Pushed<br />
around. Drop-kicked around.<br />
The most totally messed-up<br />
part of that is the more it<br />
happens, the less I care. Anyway,<br />
as foster homes go, this one is<br />
okay. Except for the screaming.<br />
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Screaming, Again<br />
It’s Darla’s favorite method<br />
of communication, and not<br />
really the best one for a foster<br />
parent. I mean, aren’t they<br />
supposed to guide us gently?<br />
Jeez, man. Ashante is only<br />
seven, and she hasn’t even<br />
been here a week. Darla<br />
really should get an actual job,<br />
leave the fostering to Phil,<br />
who is patient and kind-eyed<br />
and willing enough to smile.<br />
Plus, he’s not bad-looking<br />
Her shrill falsetto saws through<br />
the hollow-core bedroom door.<br />
Ashante! How many times<br />
do I have to tell you to make<br />
your goddamn bed? It’s a rule!<br />
for a guy in his late forties.<br />
And I’ve yet to hear him scream.<br />
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Darla Is a Different Story<br />
Here it comes, directed at me.<br />
Summer! Is your homework finished?<br />
Hours ago, but I call, “Almost.”<br />
Well, hurry it up, for God’s sake.<br />
Like God needs to be involved. “Okay.”<br />
I need some help with dinner.<br />
Three other girls live here too.<br />
And turn down that stupid music.<br />
The music belongs to one of them.<br />
I can barely hear myself think.<br />
She thinks? “It’s Erica’s music.”<br />
Well, tell her to turn it down, please.<br />
Whatever. At least she said please.<br />
And would you please stop yelling?<br />
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Gawd!<br />
My neck flares, collarbone<br />
to earlobes. Like Erica<br />
couldn’t hear her scream?<br />
I fling myself off the bed,<br />
cross my room and the hall<br />
just beyond in mere seconds.<br />
“Erica!” (Shit, I am yelling.)<br />
“Can’t you . . . ?” But when<br />
I push through the door,<br />
the music on the other side<br />
slams into me hard. No<br />
way could she have heard<br />
the commotion. “Great<br />
song, but Darla wants you<br />
to turn it down. What is it?”<br />
Erica reaches for the volume.<br />
“Bad Girlfriend.” By Theory of a Deadman.<br />
I just downloaded it today.<br />
She looks at me, and her eyes<br />
repeat a too-familiar story.<br />
Erica is wired. Treed, in fact.<br />
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I Totally Know Treed<br />
In sixth grade, the D.A.R.E.<br />
dorks came in, spouting stats<br />
to scare us into staying straight.<br />
But by then, I knew more than<br />
they did about the monster<br />
because of my dad and his women,<br />
including my so-called mom.<br />
Her ex, too, and his sister and cousin.<br />
Plus a whole network of stoners<br />
connecting them all. The funny<br />
thing is, none of them have a fricking<br />
clue that I am so enlightened.<br />
Tweakers always think no one<br />
knows. Just like Erica right now.<br />
“Shit, girl. You go to dinner lit<br />
like that, you’re so busted.<br />
Darla may be a bitch. But she’s<br />
not stupid, and neither is Phil.”<br />
Here comes the denial.<br />
Her shoulders go stiff and<br />
her head starts twisting<br />
side to side. But she doesn’t<br />
dare let her eyes meet mine.<br />
What are you talking about?<br />
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“Hey, no prob. I’m not a spy,<br />
and it’s all your life anyway.<br />
I’m just saying you might<br />
as well be wearing a sign<br />
that says ‘I Like Ice.’ If<br />
I were you, I’d skip dinner.”<br />
I turn, start for the door,<br />
and Erica’s voice stops me.<br />
It’s just so hard to feel good,<br />
you know? I do know. And<br />
more than that, it’s just<br />
so incredibly hard to feel.<br />
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<strong>Ellen</strong> <strong>Hopkins</strong> has been writing poetry for years. Her first novel, Crank,<br />
released in 2004 and quickly became a word-of-mouth sensation,<br />
garnering praise from teens and critics alike. <strong>Ellen</strong>’s other bestselling<br />
novels include Burned, Impulse, Glass, Identical, Tricks, and the<br />
upcoming Fallout, a companion to Crank and Glass. She lives with her<br />
family in Carson City, Nevada. Be sure to check out <strong>Ellen</strong> <strong>Hopkins</strong><br />
online at ellenhopkins.com and myspace.com/ellenhopkins.
Want more?<br />
Come find us.<br />
<strong>Ellen</strong><strong>Hopkins</strong>.com<br />
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Margaret K. McElderry Books<br />
Simon & Schuster Children’s Publishing
I started Crank in 2002. My daughter—my beautiful, perfect straight-A kid—had just gone to<br />
prison. Prison! We, her family and friends, had witnessed her descent into the hell that is crystal<br />
meth addiction for six years. Truthfully, I was happy she was going away because she was slowly<br />
killing herself, and I couldn’t stop her. Without lockup, no one could have.<br />
At the time, I blamed myself. Blamed her father. Blamed her friends. But even then, I wasn’t<br />
exactly sure why she made the choices she did. And so, being a writer, I looked for answers through<br />
writing. If I could become her somehow, maybe I could see where she took the wrong turns, and<br />
what part I might have played in her chosen detours. I started Crank for me. Not for publication.<br />
Certainly not to make money. Simply to gain understanding.<br />
I was only a few pages into it when I sat down with an editor at a writers’ conference. I showed<br />
her a picture book I had written. She loved it, but told me she didn’t do picture books and asked<br />
if I had anything else. I had ten pages of Crank with me. I showed her those, and really, the rest<br />
is history. Simon & Schuster published the book in October 2004. It has gone on to touch tens of<br />
thousands of lives.<br />
That would have been it, except within a couple of years, my readers wanted more of Kristina’s<br />
story. Was she clean? Was she alive? How was Hunter? I wrote Glass to answer those and many<br />
more questions, and to explore the deeper phase of her addiction, when Bree truly took control. By<br />
that time, I had become an anti-meth spokesperson, and I wanted readers to understand how low<br />
the drug can carry you, and how quickly that can happen. Glass published in August of 2007.<br />
But, still, there were questions. Did Kristina really go to jail? Did she get out and have her second<br />
baby? Was that baby impacted by her drug use? Did she and Trey get back together? I really didn’t<br />
want to write a third Kristina book. I didn’t want to tell the same story over again, though there<br />
was a lot more to tell. In talking with a sociologist friend, I came to the idea of writing a book from<br />
Hunter’s point of view. Addiction, after all, doesn’t only affect the addict. It affects everyone in the<br />
addict’s life, especially those who love him or her.<br />
Many, many of my readers have written, telling me how they lost a parent or other loved one to<br />
addiction, and I thought it only fair to give them a voice too. Rather than write solely from Hunter’s<br />
point of view, I decided to write from the points of view of the three children who in real life have,<br />
for the most part, never had their mother in their lives. Kristina’s story is their story too.<br />
And now I give it to you, in Fallout.<br />
To Sequel or Not to Sequel<br />
By <strong>Ellen</strong> <strong>Hopkins</strong>, August 2010<br />
We hear that life was good before she met the monster...<br />
Margaret K. McElderry Books • Simon & Schuster Children’s Publishing<br />
<strong>Ellen</strong><strong>Hopkins</strong>.com • TEEN.SimonandSchuster.com • Twitter.com/SimonTEEN
Carl<br />
Kenwood<br />
Jason<br />
Kenwood<br />
All in this row are<br />
half siblings<br />
Summer,<br />
Autumn,<br />
David & Donald,<br />
Hunter<br />
Jean<br />
Kenwood<br />
Summer Lily<br />
Kenwood<br />
Leroy<br />
Shepard<br />
Cora<br />
Shepard<br />
Margaret K. McElderry Books • Simon & Schuster Children’s Publishing<br />
<strong>Ellen</strong><strong>Hopkins</strong>.com • TEEN.SimonandSchuster.com • Twitter.com/SimonTEEN<br />
FALLOUT Family Tree<br />
Maureen<br />
trey<br />
Shepard<br />
Autumn Rose<br />
Shepard<br />
Wayne Allen<br />
Snow<br />
Leigh<br />
Snow<br />
Marie Louise<br />
Haskins<br />
KRiStinA SnoW<br />
GeoRGiA SHepARD<br />
David<br />
& Donald<br />
Van Meter<br />
Hunter Seth<br />
Haskins<br />
Adopted by Marie<br />
Louise and Scott Joseph<br />
Jake Haskins<br />
Half Sibling to<br />
Leigh and Kristina<br />
Ron<br />
Van Meter<br />
Brendan<br />
Scott Joseph<br />
Haskins<br />
We hear that life was good before she met the monster...
1 Back in Black AC/DC<br />
2 Bad Girlfriend Theory of a Deadman<br />
3 Bohemian Rhapsody Queen<br />
4 Carry on Wayward Son Kansas<br />
5 Come Together Beatles<br />
6 Crazy Train Ozzy Osborne<br />
7 Detroit Rock City Kiss<br />
8 Don’t Fear the Reaper Blue Oyster Cult<br />
9 Free Bird Lynyrd Skynyrd<br />
10 Hey You Pink Floyd<br />
11 Highway Star Deep Purple<br />
12 Boulevard of Broken Dreams Green Day<br />
13 Holiday in Cambodia Dead Kennedys<br />
14 Knights of Cydonia Muse<br />
15 Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door Guns N’Roses<br />
16 Pain Three Days Grace<br />
17 Runaway Bon Jovi<br />
18 Sharp Dressed Man ZZ Top<br />
19 Surrender Cheap Trick<br />
20 Welcome to the Jungle Guns & Roses<br />
We hear that life was good before she met the monster...<br />
Margaret K. McElderry Books • Simon & Schuster Children’s Publishing<br />
<strong>Ellen</strong><strong>Hopkins</strong>.com • TEEN.SimonandSchuster.com • Twitter.com/SimonTEEN