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CHP01: Raggedy Anne steps up

Curly red locks, everywhere. Stan and Kenny decided to walk home without me. Cartman was sick... Red, it's all I can see. After feeling a quick jab, I wonder if it's my blood. "Answer my question, when I talk to you! Damn, for a smart ass you're pretty dumb!" I hear him holler. I try looking up but am greeted with red. Red, I hate that color, I hate that word: red.

"Come on rag doll, do something about it!" He snickered. I tried stepping back but immediately stopped as I realized his fingers were intwined in my hair, red: the color of my hair. I looked up to see my green hat.

"Give it back!" I hollered reaching up. He smirked extending his arm so it increased the gap between my hat and me. "Come on! I need to get home, there's no time for this..." I sighed. His brown eyes pierced my green ones.

"Fight for it, dildo..." He threatened. I grit my teeth. "Come on mommy, never teach you how to fight?" More snickering. I dont know what got into me. Maybe I was just giving into his goading but I quickly kicked him in the shins forcing him to fall to his knees. "Holy crap!" He shouted. I smiled as he fell and I grabbed my hat.

A single tear rolled down my cheek. I hated hurting people, hated to see suffering. I wanted to suffer everone's pain but when I watched him on the floor I realized something. That idealism was just too far out of reach. "I hate it too! There, I hate my fucking hair! I can't help it though! I can't..." I started sobbing my hair hiding my eyes. "It's a part of me! I hate it but I love myself so I should..." The guy on the floor huffed arrogantly.

"Bull shit." He muttered. I smiled now with a chuckle.

"Don't interrupt, I should..." He began to start bursting into laughter.

"Start acting like I do..." I narrowed my eyes as I smirked. I gave him a fierce kick to the nards, then punched his stomach till I could hear the clear crunching. Scream... Scream, music to my ears. I pressed my foot against his head wanting to hear it crack and scramble what would soon be his brains. He grabbed my ankle, first tightly, then slowly becoming weaker.

"KYLE!"

Kyle was walking home with his stupid friends, at this point I was praying Kenny, Stan, even Cartman would replace his now assholes friends. Nathan, a blond rich kid who loved football. Kurt a brown-haired dufus who was more brawn than brains. Finally Fredrick: a smug bad ass who smoked. Like Kyle all his jerk friends were on the football team. I met the gang my eighth grade year. They rode skateboards, were perverted, smoked, and were pretty buff. I hated them. A part of me wanted the old gang back. Kyle's gang. The idiots who were forced into crazy adventures, learned lessons, and had a cleaner sense of humor.

A scrawny tall ginger suddenly got in the way of Kyle's new gang. Kyle pushed him back. "Watch the shirt." He hissed. The ginger quickly nodded looking to the floor. He tried running away but Kyle quickly pushed him back. He grabbed his arm twisting his skin. "What do you say? I spared your life, and no thank you?" He whispered. The poor kid screamed. I looked away saddened. I hated this Kyle. Hated him with a passion. I wanted the old Kyle back, this one was my tormenter, this one wasn't Kyle.