Her Royal Attitude

Chap 1

PS: For those who personally know me who are reading this, just please. Please don't mention it to me that you have read this story. It's pretty humiliating for me.  Don't ask why.

Chapter One

“Mom!” I yelled in a seemingly ecstatic tone and opened the door leading inside our house, ”I'm home!” 

I plastered a perfect smile on my face as I shut the door close. School was unshockingly boring and uneventful, something not worth remembering. I never had friends there so to prevent my parents from worrying about their only daughter being a loner, everytime I come home, a happy-looking Kori would greet them. 

“Mom?” I asked when nobody answered, walking curiously through the kitchen where I usually find my mom whenever I arrive from school,”Mom?”

My eyebrows furrowed. Everytime I come home, my mom's always there to greet me. Weird.

I carelessly placed my backpack on the floor and found her sitting beside the dining room table, unusually sulky.

“What's wrong?” I asked, worry evident in my voice. 

“I...” said my mom, still not looking up from the floor she's absentmindedly staring at and she's shaking nervously, which she never does when she's nervous.

I walked toward her. And patted her shoulders. God, she's never like this.

“Mom?” I asked softly, “Tell me what's wrong. You know you can tell me anything, right? I'm your daughter.” I gave her a sweet smile to comfort her.

With that, my mom burst out crying. My smile faltered. Wow, I thought smiling could erase problems?

“I-I-I'm sorry, Kori. I-I'm really sorry...” she said between sobs.

My heart skipped a beat. Gosh, what is wrong with her? Is she--

"Mom," I shook my head. No, it can't be. 

"Don't tell me you're pregnant. Just, please. No." I said this in a disapproving voice even though having a brother/ sister would be great. IT WOULD BE FREAKING GREAT! 

"Mom!" I called when she remained motionless.

"I-You-you-you're-Oh, Kori, sorry..." she managed and hugged me tight like she never hugged me for years. Wow, this is what happens when you're pregnant? you get emotional?

My dad, still wearing his suit from work, suddenly came out of nowhere and went straight to accompany mom.

"Dad, something's wrong with mom. But. she wouldn't tell me about it." I told him, frowning. "Is she pregnant?"

"Kori, we have to tell you something." my dad said, ignoring my question. He was avoiding eye contact, which whenever he does, he's freakingly nervous. Wow, I'm good at reading people, eh?

"What's it?"

"I know you're not ready for this...But it's about time you have to know." my mom said. 

"Okay..." Why do they have to add some suspense into this? Just tell me that mom's pregnant alraedy! I'll organize the baby shower, no worries!

"Kori, you-you're not a Morgan." he confessed, bowing his head preventing me to read his face.

WHAT?!

"Wait. I thought mom's pregnant." I swear I heard the words Not Morgan. But then it sounds like I bought you an organ, which I've been asking dad since I was a kid.

"You're not our daughter," he looked up and actually looked me straight in the eye,"And we're not your parents."

I froze. That's what you get in thinking that mom's pregnant. 

"Are-are you serious?" I asked, which came out hoarsely as usual. I stared at my mom to read her if dad's telling the truth. She stared guiltily on the floor.

"Mom?" I asked. I mean, the whole time I thought she was pregnant and now they're telling me I'm adopted? What the hell?

She responded to look at the window, "It's the truth," she said in an annoyed voice.

"But--" I bit my lower lip. Hard. "How?"

She paused.

"You were just given to us, okay?" My mom sobbed, her voice annoyed and her eyes now red from crying and quickly stormed off out of the room.

"Dad, if you're not my parents, who are?" I asked, fighting the urge to scream and tear off my hair in the head right now.

"The--" He avoided my gaze again guiltily. He scratched his head and stared on the floor, just like what my mom did.

"It's, ugh...um--"

"Yes?" I asked expectantly.

"Kori, I wanted to tell you that I'm sterile. It's impossible for us to have children."

God, I think I'm going to throw up. "Dad, just answer the question." I glared malevolently at the floor, to hide the bitterness that was starting to seep in to my whole nerves. 

"It's the--err, the, umm--"

"Dad..." Really, if he wouldn't tell me, I'll seriously throw up at him.

"It'stheKingandQueenofEngland." He said it too quickly I almost didn't catch the whole thing.

"What?!" I exclaimed and laughed bitterly, "Did I hear the right thing?"

"It's the truth." He whispered.

"Wait a minute..." I said. "You're playing, right?" Yeah, since mom's pregnant and she's emotional and they're to shocked to believe it since dad's sterile, if it's true, so they tried to play games to me, right? To add suspense to the news? 

Nah, you just have a wild imagination.

"Why would we play?"

"It's unbelievable. Where did you get this playing thing, anyway?" I mocked.

"That's the truth, accept it," He said and mom came back, holding what looks like a diary and opened it, "Honey, we--"

"Is it true?" I sneered, outraged. I mean, come on, the king and queen of England? My parents? Is it the end of the world?

"What true?" She looked up, looking a bit nervous, and still shaking.

"The king and queen of England as...as my parents? Are you mad?"

"Honey, I, we--"

"No!" I spat. I have enough of this. Hearing them say that I came from others is like stabbing my head multiple times with a butcher knife. "I don't want to hear it anymore! Just-Just- I just want to be alone." And stormed off towards my room.

Damn. I've been a good girl. So why's karma being a bitch to me? 

As realization started to hit me, my eyes started to get hot. I looked down and let the tears flow down my face freely. God, it's sick! They're sick! I fucking hate my life! Princess? ME? 

I don't want to be a princess. I mean, eww. Kori Morgan, a princess? Did Paris Hilton just proclaimed Ugly Betty's her bestfriend?

Good Lord, help me.

Please, just please, let me wake up from this nightmare.