Troll Hair

And now I present a story about my childhood...told through poetry.

Troll Hair

       -Jessica Masters

I’m just a girl

Who has nothing to do.

With an idea in my head

And scissors in my hands,

I go after my victim.

I look at that troll

With the wild, hot pink hair

Staring at me,

Judging me,

Reading me.

He knows what I’m about to do.

And with a reign of terror,

I pounce on him with my silver blades,

And start snipping away that untamed hair of his.

Slowly I back away from the weapon

With the clumps of hair in one hand,

My troll in the other.

I sit down and cry,

Because now I’m just a girl

Who has a pile of hair

And a bald troll.

Happiness :)

My PB Addiction and Recovery

My sister and I were unfortunately born with high cholesterol. My mom, being a nurse and the grocery shopper, had decided to limit and virtually deny my sister and me from high cholesterol foods.
This included peanut butter.
It is true that once you aren't allowed to have something then you want it more. My sister was quite okay with the strict rule, but I was at an impressionable age and wanted to experiment. During lunchtime, and when I gained a rare dollar from my grandmother, I offered to buy my friend's peanut butter and jelly sandwiches off of them. I would then eat the sandwich while on the bus ride home from school and figure out a way to dispose of the sandwich baggie covered in jelly. I hid these bags in other people's garbage cans on the walk home from the bus stop or would bury them in our trash cans outside way at the bottom.
After almost 6 months, I went from an occasional sandwich to a full blown addict. I became addicted to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches; always itching for my next fix. My mom would take me in for blood work and could not figure out why my cholesterol was not going down. I was too buried into my addiction to reach out for help at that point. I was licking the side of the sandwich bags for bits of peanut butter. I soon stopped caring about the discreetness of hiding the evidence, frequently leaving sandwich bags in my desk at school, in my room, or in my backpack.
It wasn't till my family staged an intervention one day after school where I knew I had to get help. I was out of money, my cholesterol was staggering high, and I was turning into a gremlin. I came back in after playing with my friends to discover that my family was sitting around the kitchen table. "Do you want to tell us anything?" my mom asked. I started panicking. What did she know? I shake my head and look at her with the worst poker face in the world. She then grabs my backpack off of the table and slowly pulls out a very squished peanut butter and jelly sandwich and all of the blood disappears from my face. "Where have you been getting these!?!" She demands. My dad is ex-military and can break the best of them. I, though was terrible at lying, and quickly caved. I told her all of my suppliers and the money I had spent on the sandwiches for the last several months. She grounded me and had a talk with all of my friends about not being an enabler while I struggled. I was grounded and my little sister became my shadow to ensure that I stayed sober, especially during the bus ride home and lunch hour.
I am proud to say that though I do still have high cholesterol, I have been clean and sober from the pb&j's ever since. I avoid peanut butter when I can along with any other high cholesterol food.
Being serious for a second, I do have a tiny little bit of understanding at what it might be like for you and your sobriety. Though I am making light of addiction, I know how easy it is to fall into something that may be bad for you and how difficult it is to get help. You're all in my thoughts and prayers and I hope this made you smile.