"Don't mess with me, for I am Saint Jimmy!", chapter 1
"Wake up you punk of a son!" I felt something vibrate against the wall and smash against my head.
"What the hell?!" I screamed back. I jumped up and snatched the shoe my so-called mother had thrown at me and tossed it back. But only to realized it had hit the door instead of her. I groaned and layed my sleepy head back on my pillow.
I heard the front door slam shut. I smiled into my old rotten pillow. Alone at last. Since I couldn't get back to sleep, I just crawled out of bed and pulled on my black "Billie-Joe pants" and a T-shirt off the ground. I jumped around on one foot for a couple minutes trying to get my sneakers on and tied.
"Time to go meet the underbellies." I muttered, opening and slamming the door behind me.
As I crossed the street, someone yelled, "Jimmy!" I spun around and saw my cousin, Mary Jane, chasing after me. "God you walk fast." She said when she caught to me. I shrugged and looked at her beautiful face. Okay so yeah we're cousins, but she still has the face of a god.
Raven black hair with red streaks dyed right into it. Bright green eyes, with an earring ring in her right eye brow, completed with a nose ring and a lip ring. Her only tattoo was drawn by yours truly. It said, The center of the earth is the end of the world, around her left wrist. I carved it in with a needle and threw red ink on it.
We walked together to the local 7-11 to meet up with out punk pals. We walked behind a old torn down building. Me and Mary Jane spray painted some of my lyrics on it. My favorite one was in bright blue paint, it said, We are the kids of war and peace.
"...dearly beloved are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were sayin'..." I heard Mary Jane say under her breath.
"...am I retarded or am I just over joyed?" I finished. She turned to me smirking.
We'd been through alot together. Our moms were sisters. No duh, right? Well, they both were really tough on us as kids, they didn't understand us. Especially when Brad came into the picture. Oh yeah, Brads my step-dad by the way. He's a fucking crazy son of a bitch.
"Hey MJ, St. Jimmy." Yeah, I'm a fucking saint and the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe, so don't screw with me. Running away from pain when you've been victomized, tales of another broken home. MJ started talking to all of the weird-o friends we have, while I walked into the drug store and to my shrine.
The bathroom. Its so unique. I locked the door behind me and slid to the floor. I'd lived in this town my whole life, that means I'd been in this bathroom every day since I was seven years old. I was 18 now. Eleven long fucking years. Never easier, never harder.
It my life, and guess what? I'm used to it. I grabbed a sharpie from my back pocket and on the floor I wrote, 'No one really seems to care.' I recapped it and stood up. I walked out, tipping over the donut stands on the way. "Everyones so full of shit, born and raised by hypocrits, hearts recycled but never saved...." I mumbled.
I pushed open the door and stumbled out into the sunshine. I wasn't meant for the sun. I was meant for the dark, cold rain. I'm a dark angel, and I know it. I'm the only kid I know thats been to therapy six times in two years. The only reason I got kicked out was because Mom could never pay the bills. But this is how I'm 'spossed to me I guess.
I walked over to Mary Jane, who was still standing in the circle of the kids dressed in black. Hard-core son's of bitches, thats what I call 'em. "'Sup Saint, where'd you go?" a guy with a red mohawk asked.
I shrugged, "No where." Mary Jane elbowed me in the side and grinned. She knew clear as day where I was.
Suddenly, this girl walked up to the group and just stood there. She had dirty brown hair. I couldn't tell what color her eyes were because most of the hair was in her face. She had on a black tube top with black tight jeans, and ankle high boots. I guess she realized I was staring at her 'cause she looked up at me. She had black lipstick on. Not just on her lips either, but under her eyes.
"What?" She sneered. I walked over to her and asked,
"What's your name?"
She just glared at me. "Marie." She replied, but then added quickly, "What your name?"
I shrugged, "Jimmy. Saint Jimmy." She looked at me like I was retarded. It didn't bother me though. I got that stare from lots of people. "You new here?" I asked. She nodded. It didn't seem she liked to talk much.
"Yo Jimmy, where's Shelby?" My friend, J.O.S, asked.
"Oh shit!" I took off running down the streets back to my house.
Shelby, my fourteen year old sister, had been left at the house by herself, and Mom and Brad where home. No telling what the did to her. I ran into the house, accidently slamming the door behind me. "James!" Brad scolded, "Don't slam that God damn door!" I glared at him. I shook my head and sprinted to Shelby's room. I swung open the door only to see her sitting on her bed listening to Green Day. I sighed in relief.
"Hey Jimmy." She said with a wave. I forced a smiled.
By the way, Shelby's adopted. You can totally tell. Shes got blonde hair and blue eyes. All in all, she's a punk like me. Today she was wearing shredded blue jeans and a black Bad Religeon shirt. "Where'd you go? I woke up this morning and you had already left." She said.
I said, "Yeah, sorry. Me and Mary Jane went to 7-11, I forgot to wake you up and tell you."
She shrugged, "Its okay." She looked back down at her magazine and continued reading.
"What the hell?!" I screamed back. I jumped up and snatched the shoe my so-called mother had thrown at me and tossed it back. But only to realized it had hit the door instead of her. I groaned and layed my sleepy head back on my pillow.
I heard the front door slam shut. I smiled into my old rotten pillow. Alone at last. Since I couldn't get back to sleep, I just crawled out of bed and pulled on my black "Billie-Joe pants" and a T-shirt off the ground. I jumped around on one foot for a couple minutes trying to get my sneakers on and tied.
"Time to go meet the underbellies." I muttered, opening and slamming the door behind me.
As I crossed the street, someone yelled, "Jimmy!" I spun around and saw my cousin, Mary Jane, chasing after me. "God you walk fast." She said when she caught to me. I shrugged and looked at her beautiful face. Okay so yeah we're cousins, but she still has the face of a god.
Raven black hair with red streaks dyed right into it. Bright green eyes, with an earring ring in her right eye brow, completed with a nose ring and a lip ring. Her only tattoo was drawn by yours truly. It said, The center of the earth is the end of the world, around her left wrist. I carved it in with a needle and threw red ink on it.
We walked together to the local 7-11 to meet up with out punk pals. We walked behind a old torn down building. Me and Mary Jane spray painted some of my lyrics on it. My favorite one was in bright blue paint, it said, We are the kids of war and peace.
"...dearly beloved are you listening? I can't remember a word that you were sayin'..." I heard Mary Jane say under her breath.
"...am I retarded or am I just over joyed?" I finished. She turned to me smirking.
We'd been through alot together. Our moms were sisters. No duh, right? Well, they both were really tough on us as kids, they didn't understand us. Especially when Brad came into the picture. Oh yeah, Brads my step-dad by the way. He's a fucking crazy son of a bitch.
"Hey MJ, St. Jimmy." Yeah, I'm a fucking saint and the son of a bitch and Edgar Allen Poe, so don't screw with me. Running away from pain when you've been victomized, tales of another broken home. MJ started talking to all of the weird-o friends we have, while I walked into the drug store and to my shrine.
The bathroom. Its so unique. I locked the door behind me and slid to the floor. I'd lived in this town my whole life, that means I'd been in this bathroom every day since I was seven years old. I was 18 now. Eleven long fucking years. Never easier, never harder.
It my life, and guess what? I'm used to it. I grabbed a sharpie from my back pocket and on the floor I wrote, 'No one really seems to care.' I recapped it and stood up. I walked out, tipping over the donut stands on the way. "Everyones so full of shit, born and raised by hypocrits, hearts recycled but never saved...." I mumbled.
I pushed open the door and stumbled out into the sunshine. I wasn't meant for the sun. I was meant for the dark, cold rain. I'm a dark angel, and I know it. I'm the only kid I know thats been to therapy six times in two years. The only reason I got kicked out was because Mom could never pay the bills. But this is how I'm 'spossed to me I guess.
I walked over to Mary Jane, who was still standing in the circle of the kids dressed in black. Hard-core son's of bitches, thats what I call 'em. "'Sup Saint, where'd you go?" a guy with a red mohawk asked.
I shrugged, "No where." Mary Jane elbowed me in the side and grinned. She knew clear as day where I was.
Suddenly, this girl walked up to the group and just stood there. She had dirty brown hair. I couldn't tell what color her eyes were because most of the hair was in her face. She had on a black tube top with black tight jeans, and ankle high boots. I guess she realized I was staring at her 'cause she looked up at me. She had black lipstick on. Not just on her lips either, but under her eyes.
"What?" She sneered. I walked over to her and asked,
"What's your name?"
She just glared at me. "Marie." She replied, but then added quickly, "What your name?"
I shrugged, "Jimmy. Saint Jimmy." She looked at me like I was retarded. It didn't bother me though. I got that stare from lots of people. "You new here?" I asked. She nodded. It didn't seem she liked to talk much.
"Yo Jimmy, where's Shelby?" My friend, J.O.S, asked.
"Oh shit!" I took off running down the streets back to my house.
Shelby, my fourteen year old sister, had been left at the house by herself, and Mom and Brad where home. No telling what the did to her. I ran into the house, accidently slamming the door behind me. "James!" Brad scolded, "Don't slam that God damn door!" I glared at him. I shook my head and sprinted to Shelby's room. I swung open the door only to see her sitting on her bed listening to Green Day. I sighed in relief.
"Hey Jimmy." She said with a wave. I forced a smiled.
By the way, Shelby's adopted. You can totally tell. Shes got blonde hair and blue eyes. All in all, she's a punk like me. Today she was wearing shredded blue jeans and a black Bad Religeon shirt. "Where'd you go? I woke up this morning and you had already left." She said.
I said, "Yeah, sorry. Me and Mary Jane went to 7-11, I forgot to wake you up and tell you."
She shrugged, "Its okay." She looked back down at her magazine and continued reading.
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