The Hero I Should Be.

Things don't always go as plan. Things don't always look the same as they feel. Jason belongs to this catagory. His life is a play of betrayal, love and hurt. People see him as a leader. Other leader's vind him arrogant. But inside Jason isn't like that at all. This is the story of Jason Grace. This is story of how a broken person, becomes the hero he should be.

Info about the story:

*Jason's POV

*About Jason's Past

*Will get an sequel

*Explanation why Jason is so bitchy to the seven in the book.

Chapter 1:

"Hello, I am Jason Grace, Son of the famous buisnessman Carlo Grace, And this is my story. There has happened a lot in my life, and i know what is about to happen. So I am gonna write my life down, so i will always know who i am, what i am, and who has to pay. I hope this works and i find it, cause i don't want to lose my memorie forever. but let's not waste to much time. This is my story. This, is your story."

Part 1: Something's not right...\

"But he promised!" I screamed. "Im sorry Jason but there is nothing i can do, I'll look if i can skype him for you okay?" Bentley (our butler, Just for the notice. BTW you will see a lot of this, cause i'll have to explain a lot of stuff.) said. "okay" I mumbled. "Good, Now don't waste your time. Your father won't be happy ih he hears that you have not made your homework". I ignored the comment and walked past him up the stairs. We lived in a big, no giant house. It had the size of an footballfield. We had a pool backdoors and a freaking lasergame course. He installed that last year for my 9th birthday. Not that i like it. It is just a reminder that i have nearly no friends and that my dad is always gone. My dad whas a really succesfull buisnessman, so he whas almost always gone. This month he was in Japan, So i could only call him once a week because of the time difference. And I didn't have a mom. They said she died giving birth of me. That is also why my dad doesn't take me on his buissniss trips. He still blames me for the death of my mother. He hides it very well tho and he is always nice when we're together. But he is friendly nice, and not family nice. I also don't look like my father at all. The exact opposite. Sometimes people say that It rather looked like i whas adopted. That reminds me of school. School is a hell. They bully me a lot and i have bruises all over. They bully me because I don't have a mom and my dad's always gone. They know that i'm to afraid of bentley to say it to him, so i practicly cant do anything. Of course people are thinking "Why wont you go to the teacher?" Well that's pretty simple. The teachers hate me. The bullying gave me an eating problem, and i'm learning almost nothing because of my ADHD and dyslexia. So the teacher see me as a fat idiot. And im probably going to fail school this year. Im 10 right now and im already failing at school. "Why are you staring at the wall Jason?" Bentley suddenly asked. That pulled me out of my thoughts. Whas i staring at the wall? "Oh it's nothing, I just uhh, thought about lunch."

"Are you hungry? I'll go make a sandwich." He politely said. "Yes thank you, Ans could you do extra tuna today? Im kindoff sad. "Your dad said you schoudn't eat to much because your getting overweight, But for this time i'll let it slip.

"Thank you!" I said a little too loudly. I was still a little bit distracted by my thoughts, But i always made time for food. If you look at my size probably too much. I quickly went upstairs before bentley could ask more. When i arrived upstairs I immediatly went to make my homework, Before i could even think of playin games. That was also a little thing with me, I was addicted to games. And with addict i reallt mean addicted to the maximum. I was unhealthy, But a lot of me was and i had already given up on holding my dignity. A normal parent would never allow this but my dad was way to rich, so he just bought everything for me. Like he didn't even care. By this time i was already too distracted, but i woudnt give in with the urge to play video-games. So i just looked out my window. And that whas the moment i realized somthing whas wrong. I saw my dad walking over the street with a gun pointed at Bentley. But next to my dad whas also standing a Bentley. Was i seeing double? That moment Bentley 3 or 2 or something like that walked in without a sandwich. "Bentley i think something is wrong." Suddenly bentley uhhhh, how to say it, Growed horns? "You are damn right something is wrong. But not for me, Only for you!"