My Eighteenth

Chpt. 2

"Run" was the last word they said to me. "They" being my parents. A little secret of mine, I used to be royal. Used to. Now, I feel just like a dirty peasant, going around and stealing food. But that wasn't the point. I guess I got used to it anyway. My village was attacked. My castle, my family. My home. They killed my parents. Some may have said I was constantly spoiled. Spoiled and angry. I couldn't agree less! It's not my fault nothing in that palace was ever good enough. Other seemed to think the opposite. Even stuff like an apple was valuable to them. That reminds me of this one memory. This one family. "MELODY! Melody!" A woman yelled towards me. This was just a few hours before the attack. I was about six. I was about to throw away this apple until I got called. It wasn't what I had in mind when I asked the servant for fruit. I turned around to face the voice. Usually I'd walk away by now but I was a bored six year old, so I walked over to the woman. Not to mention she called me Melody. Melody."Yes?" I asked her. "Do you think maybe I can have that apple, to share!" She asked, flashing her teary eyes. A devilish smirk appears on my face. "Oh! This apple?" I teased, as I held up the apple in the air, dangling it by its stem. "Yes!" I can see her son come up behind her, his father behind him, watching. He looked about my age, maybe older. I looked back at the lady in front of me who didn't move an inch. I stopped my little smirk and said "well, then beg. Beg like the dirty dog you are." She gave me a shocked face and her son walked up. "Hey! That's not nice!" He yelled. At the princess. How dare he! I looked up at him. "We're not dogs and we won't beg. Especially not for you." I simply responded with "How confident." I looked back to the lady who didn't even have the guts to look at me and say she agrees. "So I guess..you don't want this?" I put the apple in the palm of my hand and put it out on display. "We do, it's just," Pathetic! I cut her off saying "no I understand, but first.." with a sweet smile, I walked back towards the trash can. "Fetch." And with that I dropped the apple and my smile. The apple fell directly in the trash. I walked back towards them, leaning down to be face-to-face with the lady. "Next time, teach your son some manners." The woman started tearing up and I glared at her son. "How pathetic." I said. As I started to walk off, I heard something directly in my ear, along with a hefty pull at my sleeve. Rip. I stopped in my tracks to turn around, only to see the lady's son, and my ripped sleeve. "HOW DARE YOU, YOU WILL ALWAYS BE A DIRTY PEASANT, NOTHING MORE." I yelled in anger. I stormed off to the castle. Over an apple! Ridiculous. Oh, guess I got sidetracked. Maybe another time I'll tell you the true story.