AN: Hello, people. This is my first Ed, Edd, n Eddy fic, so please be gentle. BTW, I didn't pick any specific game for Jackie to be playing at the beginning. I WAS originally thinking of Kingdom Hearts, but I don't really know anything about the game, so I decided to leave it completely anonymous.

Disclaimer:I own nothing but my OC and my imagination.

"Just a little more-little more…" I squinted at the screen, my eyes narrowed in concentration. I was playing my favorite game, and was literally just seconds away from killing a giant monster. A thump against the window broke my concentration.

"What the hell?" I swore, and turned away just in time to get killed. I scowled. "Damn it." Getting up, I turned the game off and walked over to the window, shoving my hands in the pockets of my hoodie.

"This had better be good…" I opened the window, and was greeted with the sight of the Eds below me.

"Hey, Spooky!" Eddy shouted up at me, cupping his hands around his mouth (which was REALLY unnecessary, since it was him). "Come on! I've got a scam that's gonna make us rich!"

"That's what you always say," I said to myself, rolling my eyes. "Comin'." I shouted back down to him. I climb out my window and, as the Eds move to make way, I jump out of my bedroom on the second floor, landing on my feet in front of them.

"COOL!" Ed says, that big happy grin on his face.

"You really should be careful, Jackie." Double D cautions me. "If you jump out your window like that, you could hurt yourself very badly."

"Thanks for the concern, but it's me." I say, flashing a smirk in his direction. "I've done MUCH more dangerous stuff before."

"Yeah, well, if we're done hearing about your charmed life, can we get a move on, already?" Eddy asks. I roll my eyes again, that pipsqueak is so bossy! Nonetheless, I follow him and the other two Eds down the street.

Yeah, at this point, you're probably wondering who I am, aren't you? Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Jackie O'Malley, but my friends sometimes just call me 'Jack-O-Lantern', due to my dark nature and my favorite black hoodie that I wear, with an orange Jack-O-Lantern face on the front of it. I'm 12 years old, and I guess you could call me a juvenile delinquent. My hobbies including stealing DVDS and video games out of stores and decorating public property with graffiti. I've been through three schools, and because of me, the principal for one of them had to be sent to rehab. You can't really blame me, though.

See, my mom and dad were just teenagers when they started dating, and one night, when Mom was 16 and Dad 17, they had a romp together in Dad's car. Two months later, Mom was told by the doctor that she was pregnant, and both she and Dad totally freaked. Dad was FAR from ready to be a parent, and he abandoned Mom. Soon afterwards, her parents disowned her, and left her out on the street. Mom ended up having to work in a shady diner to provide for herself, and then later me, after I was born. For the first four years of my life, we lived in a musty old apartment, until Mom finally got enough money to get us an actual house. For as long as I can remember, Mom has wasted no time in telling me that everything is all MY fault-my fault that Dad left her, my fault that she has such a demeaning, thankless job, my fault that her life turned out so crappy.

So, in rebellion, I started hanging out on the streets, hanging with the wrong crowds, and having narrow brushes with the law. About the only things I haven't done are drugs and sex. Oh, and killing. Hey, even I have limits.

"Jackie?" I look at Double D, as he abruptly breaks me out of my thoughts.

"Yeah?" I ask.

"Are you alright?" he asks, a concerned look on his face.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I answer. "Just thinking, is all."

"What is it?" Double D asks. "Is something wrong?" I start to open my mouth to respond, but Eddy, as usual, butts in.

"Are you two done yet?" he demands. "We haven't got all day!" I scowl at him, as Double D rushes off to help. Before he leaves, however, I can see a small smile tossed in my direction. Despite myself, I smile a little, too, before walking over to help.

Double D is one of the nicest people I've ever met. And that's really saying something, considering the kind of people I usually hang out with. He was actually the first kid I met when Mom moved us to Peach Creek three months ago, when I was expelled from my latest school. Mom had spent half the night yelling at me how I cause her so much grief and pain, and how I don't even try, and that she should have just have aborted me, before going to bed, angry and upset. Once she had turned the lights out, I snuck out of the house, a spray can in each hand, to let off some steam. I was just spraying an anarchy symbol onto a tree, when I suddenly heard a frantic voice behind me shouting

"WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING? TREES HAVE FEELINGS TOO!" Of course, I had been pretty pissed when Double D started to lecture me, but then he asked me who I was, and what I was doing out so late, and I explained my story to him. He was surprisingly sympathetic. The next day, I saw him again with Ed and Eddy. After I got to know them all a little, I started to hang out with them more. I mean, hey, the guys scam people out of their money on a day-to-day basis. Why would I not? Besides that, they're all kinda okay guys.