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I started Crankin 2002. My daughtermy beautiful, perfect straight-A kidhad just gone to
prison. Prison! We, her family and friends, had witnessed her descent into the hell that is crystal
meth addiction for six years. Truthfully, I was happy she was going away because she was slowly
killing herself, and I couldnt stop her. Without lockup, no one could have.
At the time, I blamed myself. Blamed her father. Blamed her friends. But even then, I wasnt
exactly sure why she made the choices she did. And so, being a writer, I looked for answers through
writing. If I could become her somehow, maybe I could see where she took the wrong turns, and
what part I might have played in her chosen detours. I started Crankfor me. Not for publication.
Certainly not to make money. Simply to gain understanding.
I was only a few pages into it when I sat down with an editor at a writers conference. I showed
her a picture book I had written. She loved it, but told me she didnt do picture books and asked
if I had anything else. I had ten pages of Crankwith me. I showed her those, and really, the rest
is history. Simon & Schuster published the book in October 2004. It has gone on to touch tens of
thousands of lives.
That would have been it, except within a couple of years, my readers wanted more of Kristinas
story. Was she clean? Was she alive? How was Hunter? I wrote Glassto answer those and many
more questions, and to explore the deeper phase of her addiction, when Bree truly took control. By
that time, I had become an anti-meth spokesperson, and I wanted readers to understand how low
the drug can carry you, and how quickly that can happen. Glasspublished in August of 2007.
But, still, there were questions. Did Kristina really go to jail? Did she get out and have her second
baby? Was that baby impacted by her drug use? Did she and Trey get back together? I really didnt
want to write a third Kristina book. I didnt want to tell the same story over again, though there
was a lot more to tell. In talking with a sociologist friend, I came to the idea of writing a book from
Hunters point of view. Addiction, after all, doesnt only affect the addict. It affects everyone in the
addicts life, especially those who love him or her.
Many, many of my readers have written, telling me how they lost a parent or other loved one to
addiction, and I thought it only fair to give them a voice too. Rather than write solely from Hunters
point of view, I decided to write from the points of view of the three children who in real life have,
for the most part, never had their mother in their lives. Kristinas story is their story too.
And now I give it to you, in Fallout.
To Sequel or Not to SequelBy Ellen Hopkins, August 2010
We hear that life was good before she met the monster...
Margaret K. McElderry Books Simon & Schuster Childrens Publishing
EllenHopkins.com TEEN.SimonandSchuster.com Twitter.com/SimonTEEN
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Hunter, Autumn, and Summerthree of Kristina Snows ve children
live in different homes, with different guardians and different last names.
They share only a predisposition for addiction and a host of troubled
feelings toward the mother who barely knows them, a mother who has
been riding with the monster, crank, for twenty years.
Told in three voices and punctuated by news articles chronicling the
familys story, FALLOUT is the stunning conclusion to the trilogy begun by
CRANK and GLASS, and a testament to the harsh reality that addiction
is never just one persons problem.
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We Hear
That life was good
before she
met
the monster,
but those page flips
went down before
our collective
cognition. Kristina
wrote
that chapter of her
history before we
were even whispers
in her womb.
The monster shaped
our
lives, without our ever
touching it. Read on
if you dare. This
memoirisnt pretty.
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Hunter Seth Haskins
So You Want to KnoW
All about her. Who
she
really is. (Was?) Why
she swerved off
the high road. Hard
left
to nowhere,
recklessly
indifferent to
me,
Hunter Seth Haskins,
her firstborn
son. Ive beenchoking
that down for
nineteen years.
Why did she go
on
her mindless way,
leaving me spinningin a whirlwind of
her dust?
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If You Dont KnoW
Her story, Ill try
my best to enlighten
you, though Im not sure
of every word of it myself.
I suppose I should knowmore. I mean, it has been
recorded for eternity
a bestselling fictionalization,
so the world wouldnt see
precisely who we are
my mixed-up, messed-
up family, a convoluted
collection of mostly regular
people, somehow strengthened
by indissoluble love, despitean ever-present undercurrent
of pain. The saga started here:
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foreWorD
Kristina Georgia Snow
gave me life in her seventeenth
year. Shes my mother,
but never bothered to be
my mom. That job fell
to her mother, my grandmother,
Marie, whose unfailing love
made her Mom even before
she and Dad (Kristinas stepfather,
Scott) adopted me. That was
really your decision, Mom claims.
You were three when you started
calling us Mama and Papa.
The other kids in your playgroup
had them. You wanted them too.
We became an official
legal family when I was four.My memory of that day is hazy
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at best, but if I reach way,
way back, I can almost see
the lady judge, perched
like an eagle, way high above
little me. I think she was
sniffling. Crying, maybe?
Her voice was gentle. I want
to thank you, Mr. and Mrs.
Haskins, for loving this child
as he deserves to be loved.
Please accept this small gift,
which represents that love.
I dont really remember all
those words, but Mom repeats
them sometimes, usually
when she stares at the crystal
heart, catching morning sunthrough the kitchen window.
That part of Kristinas story
always makes Mom sad.
Heres a little more of the saga.
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Chapter one
It started with a court-ordered
summer visit to Kristinas
druggie dad. Genetically,
that makes him my grandfather,
not that he takes much interest
in the role. Supposedly he stopped
by once or twice when I was still
bopping around in diapers.
Mom says he wandered in late
to my baptism, dragging
Kristina along, both of them
wearing the stench of monster
sweat. Monster, meaning crystal
meth. Theyd been up all night,
catching a monstrous buzz.
It wasnt the first time
theyd partied together. Thatwas in Albuquerque, where dear
old Gramps lives, and where
Kristina met the guy who popped
her just-say-no-to-drugs cherry.
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Our lives were never the same
again, Mom often says. That
was the beginning of six years
of hell. Im not sure how we all
survived it. Thank God you were
born safe and sound. . . .
All my fingers, toes, and a fully
functional brain. Yadda, yadda . . .
Well, I amglad about the brain.
Except when Mom gives me
the old, What isup with you?
Youre a brilliant kid. Why do
you refuse to perform like one?
A C-plus in English? If you would
just apply yourself . . .
Yeah, yeah. Heard it before.
Apply myself? To what?And what the hell for?
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I KInD of enjoY
My underachiever status.
Ive found the harder you
work, the more people expect
of you. Id much rather fly
way low under the radar.
That was one of Kristinas
biggest mistakes, I think
insisting on being right-up-
in-your-face irresponsible.
Anyway, your first couple years
of college are supposed to be
about having fun, not about
deciding what you want to do
with the rest of your life. Plenty
of time for all that whenever.
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I decided on UNRUniversity
of Nevada, Renonot so much
because it was always a goal,
but because Mom and Dad
did this prepaid tuition thing,
and I never had Ivy League
ambitions or the need to venture
too far from home. School is school.
Ill get my BA in communications,
then figure out what to do with it.
Ive got a part-time radio gig at
the X, an allowance for incidentals,
and I live at home. What more
could a guy need? Especially
when hes got a girl like Nikki.
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Autumn Rose Shepherd
Sometimes I See Faces
Somehow familiar,
but I dont know why.
I cannot label them,
no matter how intently
I try. They are nameless.
And yet not strangers.
Like Alamo ghosts, they
emerge from deep
of night, materialize
from darkness, deny
my sleep. I would call them
dreams. But thats too easy.
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I Suspect
One of those faces belongs
to my mother. It is young, not
much older than mine, but weary,
with cheeks like stark coastal
cliffs and hollow blue eyes, framed
with drifts of mink-colored hair.
I dont look very much like her.
My hair curls, auburn, around
a full, heart-shaped face, and
my eyes are brown. Or, to be
more creative, burnt umber. Nothing
like hers, so maybe Im mistaken
about her identity. Is she my mother?
Is she the one who christened me
Autumn Rose Shepherd? Pretty
name. Wish I could live up to it.
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Aunt Cora Insists
I am pretty. But Aunt Cora
is a one-woman cheering section.
Thank goodness the grandstands
arent completely empty.
Im kind of a lone wolf, except
for Cherie, and shes what youmight call a part-time friend.
We hang out sometimes, but
only if shes got nothing better
going on. Meaning no ballet recitals
or play rehearsals or guy-of-the-day
to distract her from those.
But Aunt Cora is always there,
someone I can count on, through
chowder or broth, as Grandfather says.
Old Texas talk for thick or thin.
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Generally
Things feel
about the consistency
of milky oatmeal.
With honey.
Raisins.
Nuts.
Most days,I wake up relatively
happy. Eat breakfast.
Go to school.
Come home.
Dinner.
Homework.
Bed.Blah, blah, blah.
But sometimes,
for no reason beyond
a loud noise or leather
cleaner smell, I am afraid.
Its like yanking myself
from a nightmare only,
even wide awake,
I cant unstick myself
from the fear of the dream.
I dont want to
leave my room.
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Cant Bear the Thought
Of people staring, Im sure
they will. Sure theyll know.
Sure theyll think Im crazy.
The only person I can talk to
is Aunt Cora. I can go to her
all freaked out. Can scream,
Whats the matter with me?
And shell open her arms, let me
cry and rant, and never once
has she called me crazy. One
time she said, Things happenedwhen you were little.Things you
dont remember now,and dont want
to. But they needto escape,
need to worm their way out
of that dark place in your brain
where you keep them stashed.
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Summer Lily Kenwood
Screaming
I learned not to
scream
a long time ago.
Learned to
bite
down hard
against pain,
keep
my little mouth
wedged shut.
Fighting
back was useless,
anyway. I wasfragile
at three, and Zoe
was a hammer.
Girls
are stinkier than
boys when they
getdirty, shed say,
scrubbing until I
hurt.
And if I cried
out, I hurt
worse.
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Im Fifteen Now
And though Zoe is no longer
Dads lay of the day, Ill never
forget her or how he closed
his eyes to the ugly things
she did to me regularly.
He never said a word about
the swollen red places. Never
told her to stop. He had to know,
and if he didnt, she must have
been one magical piece of ass.
Cynical? Me? Yeah, maybeI am, but then, why wouldnt
I be? Since the day I was born,
Ive been passed around. Pushed
around. Drop-kicked around.
The most totally messed-up
part of that is the more ithappens, the less I care. Anyway,
as foster homes go, this one is
okay. Except for the screaming.
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Screaming, Again
Its Darlas favorite method
of communication, and not
really the best one for a foster
parent. I mean, arent they
supposed toguideusgently?
Her shrill falsetto saws through
the hollow-core bedroom door.
Ashante! How many times
do I have to tell you to make
your goddamn bed? Its a rule!
Jeez, man. Ashante is only
seven, and she hasnt even
been here a week. Darla
really should get an actual job,
leave the fostering to Phil,
who is patient and kind-eyed
and willing enough to smile.
Plus, hes not bad-looking
for a guy in his late forties.
And Ive yet to hear him scream.
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Darla Is a Different Story
Here it comes, directed at me.
Summer! Is your homework finished?
Hours ago, but I call, Almost.
Well, hurry it up, for Gods sake.
Like God needs to be involved. Okay. I need some help with dinner.
Three other girls live here too.
And turn down that stupid music.
The music belongs to one of them.
I can barely hear myself think.
She thinks? Its Ericas music.
Well, tell her to turn it down, please.
Whatever. At least she said please.
And would you please stop yelling?
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Gawd!
My neck flares, collarbone
to earlobes. Like Erica
couldnt hear her scream?
I fling myself off the bed,
cross my room and the hall
just beyond in mere seconds.
Erica! (Shit, I amyelling.)
Cant you . . . ? But when
I push through the door,
the music on the other side
slams into me hard. Noway could she have heard
the commotion. Great
song, but Darla wants you
to turn it down. What is it?
Erica reaches for the volume.
Bad Girlfriend. By Theory of a Dead-
man. I just downloaded it today.
She looks at me, and her eyes
repeat a too-familiar story.
Erica is wired. Treed, in fact.
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I Totally Know Treed
In sixth grade, the D.A.R.E.
dorks came in, spouting stats
to scare us into staying straight.
But by then, I knew more than
they did about the monster
because of my dad and his women,
including my so-called mom.
Her ex, too, and his sister and cousin.
Plus a whole network of stoners
connecting them all. The funny
thing is, none of them have a fricking
clue that I am so enlightened.
Tweakers always think no one
knows. Just like Erica right now.
Shit, girl. You go to dinner lit
like that, youre so busted.
Darla may be a bitch. But shes
not stupid, and neither is Phil.
Here comes the denial.
Her shoulders go stiff and
her head starts twisting
side to side. But she doesnt
dare let her eyes meet mine.
What are you talking about?
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Hey, no prob. Im not a spy,
and its all your life anyway.
Im just saying you might
as well be wearing a sign
that says I Like Ice. If
I were you, Id skip dinner.
I turn, start for the door,
and Ericas voice stops me.
Its just so hard to feel good,
you know? I do know. And
more than that, its just
so incredibly hard to feel.
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Ellen Hopkins has been writing poetry for years. Her rst novel, Crank,released in 2004 and quickly became a word-of-mouth sensation,
garnering praise from teens and critics alike. Ellens other bestselling
novels include Burned, Impulse, Glass, Identical, Tricks, and the
upcoming Fallout, a companion to Crankand Glass. She lives with her
family in Carson City, Nevada. Be sure to check out Ellen Hopkinsonline at ellenhopkins.com and myspace.com/ellenhopkins.