I own this 'Skye' person. No copying.
Once upon a time in a land far far away there was a princess named Skye. She had long brown hair and eyes the color of maple syrup. One day a servant, named Jason, decided to spill her food all over her new ball gown she had just bought for her birthday party. Being the kind person she was she ordered this person to death.
"Any last words?" The executioner asked.
"Yes," replied Jason. "I love you brick!"
Up popped an angry lady.
"You" bleep "broke my" censored "heart for a" not appropriate "brick you" means donkey. "I" bleeping "hate you, Jason Grace!" Then she ran up and chopped his head off.
The princess was speechless. She had never heard such foul language.
The next time some spilled food on her new ball gown she would marry him. The person who happened to spill it on her was none other than Leo Valdez. They lived happily ever after.
The end.
"That was a great story grandma!" Shouted a little boy.
"Yes it is my favorite story, little one. Did you know it was true?" The grandma asked.
"Really?"
"Yes, pumpkin. I was that princess. You grandpa was that Leo boy. That means you are in the story too. Isn't it great?"
The little boy nodded and rubbed his eyes. Not to long after he fell asleep thinking of more ways Jason Grace could die.
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The Many Deaths of Jason Grace
FanfictionI'm gonna write a bunch of different ways Jason Grace dies because I don't like him. If you like him then don't read. Be nice.