Purple.

Introduction

Why did pain make Carolyn feel that certain way? Like she could fight and be the most important person in the world, in the vast universe, although she was in her own little pocket of the universe in her head.

The problem was, she wasn't able to participate in the street fights like her brothers and their friends. She couldn't join a gang, only a "clique", she couldn't fight, not even verbally argue. The famous neighborhood fighter, Charles Johansen wasn't her, he was Charles Johansen, but Carolyn Jo Hansen was just an understudy to herself.

When she became Charles, Carolyn felt a strange sensation. She could make a difference without being told to "act like a lady" or something. It was oddly satisfying to be able to fight with her brothers, make friends without just being some paper doll to them. She became three-dimensional and real.

Carolyn put on another coat of crimson lipstick and hopped around the bathroom, trying to get her average-sized legs into the doll-sized jeans that her mother expected her to wear. Then, she put on a cap for no team in particular to tame her afro-like mane. She was tired of it. She was going to turn her can'ts into cans for the final time. Once and for all, Carolyn Jo Hansen would be three-dimensional.

The story itself is a very hard thing to wrap your head around. Carolyn wasn't bipolar, she was just two people. She was a boy, a girl, anything she wanted to be. Carolyn wasn't herself, even when she was herself. She was the purple in a world of blue and pink.