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Gnarly's POV

When I was a little girl, I had long silky hair that went down to the middle of my back. I hated my long hair, but everyone else seemed very fond of it. My parents, who were filthy rich, wanted to keep their daughter looking like a nice young lady and forbade me to cut my hair.

I tried to cut my hair once, when I was seven, my mother screamed when she saw my scraggled hair. I was smacked upside the head and my parents bought me a wig.

I always put bobby pins in my emerald green hair, the only thing I could do to my hair.

I remember my mother sang to me while she combed my hair.

Mother had lime green hair and dark blue eyes. I don't think I got my dark emerald green eyes from her. She always kept her hair down.

"You're hair is beautiful, Finni." she would say.

Finnigan, my real name is Finnigan. Even though I may hate my hair, I love my name. I never knew how my name was picked. I knew my parents didn't pick it out, they're too proper to ever even think of such a tomboy name. And that's why I love my name, it's not proper at all, unlike my parents.

"Mommy, I don't like my hair, it's too long and dainty. I want it short, I like it scraggly."

"Well, that proves you're not my child. You're just a brat living in my house." She muttered.

"I don't like your hair either."

I got smacked across the face.

I smiled, daring her to do it again.

"Do it again," I said.

She looked at me in horror and smacked me again, "Show some respect, you brat! If you don't, I'll throw you into the streets!"

"I hate trying to be proper anyway." I muttered.

The truth is that I never even liked my parents. They were foul beasts corrupt by money. There only goal, being more than accepted, but being better.

I was known as the odd rich girl. Always alone in the garden, staring up at the sky.

For fun, I went to town tucking my hair inside of my newsboy cap, wearing an old grey shirt and tattered jacket with some corduroys.

I liked the bad parts of town, that's where I felt at home. That's where I saw the world as it was. But mostly, I did it for Flippy.

A boy one year older than me, he always wore army green cargo pants and jacket, a black tee shirt, dog tags, and an army beret. He had straight emerald hair that stuck out from under his beret and matching emerald eyes.

I knew we both had the same disorder, the contrary personality syndrome. Flippy called his split personality Flipqy. Flippy was ten at the time, so Flipqy would take over for the maximum of two minutes. It is said, over time your split personality will stay longer and longer.

I have a different kind of contrary personality disorder, where both of my personalities would one day blend into one. But something would have to trigger this. I was nine at the time and nothing had happened yet.

Every day Flippy sat at an opening of an alley, smoking. Of course he was underaged, but no one seemed to care.

I looked at the Granny Smith apple I brought and walked over to him.

I tossed him the apple, which he easily caught.

"Hey, pretty, little, rich girl," he said as I sat down next to him. He snatched my hat and threw it on the ground, releasing my long green hair.

"You're dad kicked you out of the house again?"

He bit into the apple.

"When doesn't he?" Flippy said, with his mouth still full.

He swallowed his bite and blew his apple/smoker breath in my face.

Flippy knew I liked him and he made fun of me because of it.

I leaned the back of my head on the brick wall behind us.

"When he's sober," I said, seriously.

We both laughed hysterically. Flippy's dad was never sober.

My cell phone rang, I looked at the caller ID. It was from the police.

Flippy saw the caller ID.

"You might want to start running," I joked, putting the phone up to my ear.

"Shit, they're on to me!"

We both laughed. Then, I answered the phone.

After hanging up, I said, "Hey Flips, I gotta go. They want me at the Maple Springs highway."

I grabbed my cap.

"Did someone get in trouble?" He taunted me.

"I don't think so, I haven't done anything."

"Well, you better go."

I stood up, took off his hat, and ruffled his hair.

He smiled and snatched the beret back.

"Bye," I said. Then, I took off.

Maple Springs wasn't far away from where I was, so it took me ten minutes of walking to get to the highway. The highway was usually busy, but right then, part of the road was blocked off.

Four police cars blocked off part of the road, creating traffic. Behind them, was the remains of my parents' car.

I started running towards the scene to find my parents dead.

Their eyes were open, bodies bloody, and faces in shock.

That's when I snapped.

"I'm sorry, Finni, we called the ambulance, but it's already too late." One police officer said.

"Was her eyes always yellow?" I heard one police officer whisper.

I started laughing hysterically.

"Are you okay," a policeman said, putting his arm on my shoulder.

I jerked his hand off my shoulder.

"Get off me," I snapped.

I bent down to my parents' dead bodies and touched my mother's stomach. Blood dripped from my hand. I chuckled and licked my fingers. I started laughing.

"Get her to her house," a policeman frantically said.

My evil side had finally shown up.