Monster of Mine

I always wanted to build a monster like Frankenstein, but never knew where to start.  Until I met Meredith.  She was the hip to my hop.  She was the first one I knew who started transforming barbie dolls into what she thought they should be like.  What the barbies were presented to us as.  And their new ugliness was exactly what I had been looking for and exactly what I had been dreaming of. 

I took my newfound imagination home with me and worked in secret.  Often at night and mostly in my closet so no one could see the light and find out what I was doing.  My parents would never understand my monsters and would probably send me to church camp and/or boarding school if they knew what I was doing.  I knew I was doing exactly what I was meant to do and knew I would achieve all my dreams if I kept at it.  I needed out of this small town I had grown up in and needed a new way of life. The more I worked on my monsters, the more real they became to me. The more real they became, the more I got lost in their world. Everything changed the day the monsters started talking back.