Another White Trash Mannequin [1] Who The Hell Are You To Tell Me What I Am?

The bitter rain slashed against the windows, and distant thunder beat through my eardrums. Resting my head on my hand, i stared at the falling rain, slamming down on the ground like an armageddon flame. My whole world seemed to dissolve as i stared. There was nothing but me, and the rain.
"Tch, loser"
And a classroom of preps.
"Miss Andrews, you will do well to remember that in detention, you write, not stare blankly out of the window, unless you want me to add another thousand lines?"
From next to me, Darla Jameson smirked cruelly, and mouthed, "Loser" in my direction.
I looked down at my paper, which read "I must not curse at my teachers - write 500 times"
I was always landing myself in detention. But, i was completely beyond caring. I didn't care about anyone, or anything, and that was how i had come to like it. Matter of fact, i couldn't imagine my life any other way.
"Andrews, are you even listening to me?"
I turned my cold stare to Mr Peters, who had his arms folded across his chest, and was eyeing me like i was something despicable he had just discovered on the sole of his shoe.
"No, not really" I replied, grabbing my bookbag from underneath my desk, and slinging it over my shoulder. "Matter of fact, i don't really give a shit either, so i'm out of here"
People gawped at my defiance. They considered themselves so "hardcore", yet they stuck around for this piece of shit detention.
Assholes.
Storming out of the door, i walked through the corridor, occasionally slamming my battered black Converse against the wall.
"Jinx!" Somebody yelled from behind me.
I whipped around instantly, and hurled my middle finger into the air.
"Fuck you!" I yelled back.
Yeah, my name is Jinx.
...
Alright, so it's not really. But am i really going to keep the name my stupid fucking parents gave me? It's bad enough that i still live with them.
I'd rather be anywhere in the world than right here.
Slowly, i ambled the streets, kicking at particles of gravel, which scattered across the sidewalk.
I sighed heavilly. I hated this country, i hated this state, i hated this town, and everybody in it. Why couldn't i live in my own world, where there's no one but me?
Is it really so much to ask?
My hand rested on the doorhandle of my Hell, sorry, house, and already i could hear them arguing over nothing.
"I thought i told you not to touch my shit!"
"Like i can fucking remember!"
"God, you're just like-"
My mind blanked out my own name. All i can hear now is the name i gave myself: Jinx. Just like i always tell myself: i am a jinx.
Sighing once more, i opened my door, and came face to face with my parents, both glaring at me with immense hatred.
"Where the fuck have you been?" My mom snarled, her regulation joint clutched in her hand.
"I'm earlier than i usually am" I replied monotonously, throwing my bag into the corner.
"Don't act smart with me!" She snapped.
"Acting smart's not really that difficult with you"
Instantly, my father grabbed hold of the neck of my shirt, and slammed me into the door, "Don't you dare talk to your mother like that" He growled, his eyes burning scarlet, and narrowed fiercely.
"You do" I countered.
With his other hand, he opened the door, and threw me bodily onto the sidewalk beyond.
"And don't you fucking dare come back!" My mom bellowed, slamming the door.
"Come back" I grumbled, getting to my feet, and brushing down my clothing, "Like i fucking will"
...Okies...
Barely an hour after i left my home, i was lying in a clearing, in the middle of a huge woods, staring up at the sky, of which i could hardly see. Clutched in my hand, was a cigarette, a habit of which i blamed on my mom. Taking a deep drag, i lightly closed my eyes, and contemplated my predicament.
I had no home, no family, no money, and there was no way in Hell i was going back to school. In short: i had nothing.
Nothing but the Boulevard of Broken Dreams.
Oh God, why me?
Why is my life so completely fucked? I don't even have a name, for fuck's sake.
"Hey Jinx"
Someone emerged from the woods, and walked straight towards me.
Instantly, i shot up, leaving my cigarette on the ground, and narrowed my eyes at this unwelcome stranger.
"Who the fuck are you?" I snarled.
"Nobody"
He stepped into the only beam of light in the clearing, a faint smirk on his face.
His hair was blue, and his eyes a glimmering emerald. He wore a black, ripped Misfits shirt, and baggy black pants. On his feet, he wore mismatching pink and black Converse.
"No, that's me" I replied, turning on my heel. and making to leave.
I didn't like him already, and i just wanted to be left alone.
"Your parents" He stated thoughtfully, "They seem like assholes"
My mouth hung open.
"You stalking bastard" I growled, turning around and making to run.
"Jinx! Wait!" He yelled, chasing after me, and grabbing hold of my arm.
"Get the fuck away from me!" I screamed, pulling back my fist, and slamming it into his skull.
Only my fist made no contact. Instead, it went straight through him.
My eyes drastically widened, and my arm fell limply by my side.
"Oh my God" I whispered.
"Yeah, that's what we need to talk about" He shrugged, releasing me, and leaning down to pick up my cigarette from the floor.
"Who are you?" I whispered, shaking my head in disbelief.
"I'm Jimmy" He replied, with a lopsided smirk. "And i'm your Guardian Angel"
[Rest in results] So, Jimmy's a guardian angel, huh? (Me: I came up with this about five minutes ago, bear with me)

I scoffed in his face.
"My fucking ass" I rolled my eyes.
"What about your ass?" He questioned, an eyebrow arched.
"C'mon, there's no such thing as a Guardian Angel. That's bullshit" I laughed, digging in my pocket, and bringing out another cigarette.
"Alright, how about Patron Saint?" He queried, stamping his cigarette under his foot.
"Of what?" I asked, lighting my cigarette, and taking a deep drag.
"The denial"
His face was so serious, yet he couldn't be telling the truth. There was no such thing as a Guardian Angel, or Patron Saint.
How do you know that?
Huh? Who the Hell are you?
Oh c'mon, we talk all the time
Yeah, whatever. Back to the subject
Why don't you be more open-minded?
Because he's talking bullshit
Uh huh...
"Are you arguing with yourself?" Jimmy queried, with a mildly amused expression.
"What?" I snapped.
He rolled his eyes, "C'mon Jinx, i've been watching over you since you were a kid, i know more about you than you do. I know you're cold, distant"
"Who the Hell are you to tell me what i am?" I snarled, my eyes narrowing darkly.
"Alright, fine" He held up his hands in surrenderment. "Don't believe me, but you're going to fucking need me, Jinx, and i'm not going to be here"
"You've always been here, apparently, and i've never needed you so far" I folded my arms across my chest.
"What about everytime your parents have beaten you, huh?" He was practically yelling now, his eyes glimmering. "Have you ever broken anything?"
Now i thought about it, i hadn't.
"No..." I mumbled.
"What, you think you're fucking better than me now? After everything i've done for you?"
"I never said that" I stated.
He averted his gaze to the floor, and sighed heavilly. "I'm sorry, alright, but you've got to forgive me, i just get kinda...temperamental" He looked up at me again, "Like you"
"I just want you to know, i still don't believe the whole 'Guardian Angel' shi-"
"Jinx! Look out!"
SLAM
Alright, so that was a new idea i came up with about five minutes, so it probably sucks. Feedback is nice!
Oh, and Mike and Tre will come into the story very soon ^_^