Kick a Ginger Day at Camp Half-Blood

CRACKFIC - Taylor and Nikki start a campaign against ginger kids. Based on that South Park episode. Probably a three-shot. Sparrowsong 01:39, February 20, 2010 (UTC)

Chapter One
Taylor stood up and showed the entire camp her presentation she made.

"Hi, I'm Taylor Grace-Castellan," she announced. "This is my sister, Nikki Grace-Castellan."

Everyone stared blankly at them.

"Today, I shall tell a story," Taylor said.

The sad piano music from the beginning of Viva La Gloria (Little Girl) by Green Day began playing.

"I'm only thirteen and a half," Taylor began, sobbing. She was being overly dramatic. "And I've been picked on by...a ginger!"

Everybody gasped and glared at all the ginger kids.

"That's right, a ginger kid pushed me and made fun of my beautiful appearance! They said something mean about 'your creepy blue eyes.' Well, I never! I am Zeus and Hermes's granddaughter, you know! If they found out, I know just what they'd do."

There was a dramatic pause.

"THEY WOULD GATHER UP AN ANGRY MOB AND KILL ALL THOSE MOTHER FU*KING GINGERS! AND SINCE ZEUS AND HERMES ARE TOO LAZY TO DO THAT..."

She paused again to glare at the camera that was filming this. Yes, everyone on Olympus was gawking at Nikki and Taylor being racist towards gingers.

"...LET THE PREJUDICE AGAINST GINGERS BEGIN! GINGERS (PEOPLE WITH PALE SKIN, RED HAIR, AND FRECKLES) ARE RETARDED, INHUMAN, DISGUSTING, CAN'T GO OUT IN THE SUNLIGHT, AND HAVE NO SOULS! DIE, YOU STUPID GINGERS! DIE, DIE, DIE!"

"Yeah!" Nikki cried. "And how about we--"

"FORCE GINGERS TO EAT OUTSIDE (OR EVEN BETTER, ON THE TOILET) INSTEAD OF INSIDE WITH EVERYONE ELSE! NOT LET THEM TRAIN WITH ANYBODY WHO IS NEITHER A GINGER, A RETARD, OR A PERSON WHO WILL BEAT THE HELL OUT OF THEM! YOU PIECE OF SHIT GINGERS, YOU SHOULD ALL DIE!" (A/N: In my world, there's a cafeteria at Camp Half-Blood.)

Everyone stared. Finally, a girl spoke up.

"I have red hair," she quietly said, sounding a bit intimidated. "And I don't burn in the sun."

"That's because you're not a ginger," Taylor replied. "You're a day-walker - meaning you have red hair, but not pale skin and freckles."

The girl slapped her forehead.

"I give up," she grumbled.

The gods of Olympus all laughed their asses off. They didn't know just how far Nikki and Taylor were going to go.