Broken Pieces

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No one's p.o.v

The four queens made it through most of the day before they had their last period, history. It wasn't a big deal or anything but one thing crossed all the queen's mind, they all hoped for the truth well all except Kat. She hoped for any lie, any lie.

They entered the history classroom, taking the seats in the back row. The teacher walked in causing silence to fall over the student's loud chatter. "Hello class, today we start a new unit. This one is a favorite of mine, we will be researching the wives of king henry the eighth."

Kat let out a gasp before looking down nervously, "Does anyone know anything about them?" She asked causing kat to sink in her seat.

"People say Anne Boleyn is a witch." A tear fell down Anne's face at the hurtful words.

"And the fifth wife.... I forgot her name but she was a slut." Kit flashed a fake smile to hide the pain of the words that were being spoken around the class.

"Okay class settle down, today will be dedicated to figuring out which queen you want to do your project on. I need these sheets back by the end of the week." She said passing out forms to each student. 

Kit's p.o.v

I stopped breathing as she passed the forms out, this is bad, why couldn't we have learned about Alexander Hamilton or something. The fact is that I never get my way, in fact I have worse luck than Anne because at least what they say about her is a lie.

I knew the others chose themselves, not wanting to be rude. Instead of filling it out I doodled around the boxes, and soon my sheet was covered with birds, hearts squeezed by lines that looked like strings, and little bees. I drew them for the song I put as much of my pain and agony into. By the end of class the teacher came around to see if we filled out the forms, but when she got to me she stopped.

"Ms. Howard who would you like to do your project on." I started to laugh, there was no way I was a ms. I died the wife of Henry. "Is this project funny to you?" She asked, her voice rising a little, causing me to sink down in my chair.

"I- I'm sorry, b-but this p-project isn't goo-good for my a-anxiety." I stuttered out, I had learned not to stutter when talking to Anne, Jane, and Cathy, but Anna and Lina still somewhat scared me.

Anne looks over at me, "Hey KitKat, you're gonna be fine, how 'bout you study Catherine Howard." I shake my head, at this point the teacher was terrifying me.

"Ah yes, she is the one who actually cheated, very interesting indeed." I felt the tears well up in my eyes as she spoke. I looked to Anne, but her head was turned only to see Cathy and Anna nodding sadly. Standing up I ran out of the room, letting my feet carry me to the nearest bathroom.

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No one's p.o.v

The four queens walked home in silence, with Anne walking ten meters in front and Kat just looking at the ground in shame. Soon they reached the house and Anne had finally thought of what to say to her cousin. "You lied."

"No." Was all Kat could say to the second queen, her eye's filled with tears.

"YES YOU DID, YOU SAID YOU WERE BEHEADED BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T A VIRGIN!" She screamed, her voice cold as ice.

Both Lina and Jane were home, you knew that because you saw the car out front, as if on cue Jane walked out of the kitchen, "What's going on in here?" She asked, wiping her hands on the apron she was wearing.

"This whore, actually cheated on Henry." Anne said, her voice filled with venom. Kat began to cry, before running up the stairs and into her room. She grabbed the razor out of her bag and began to sing softly.

All you wanna do, all you wanna do baby
I think we can all agree I'm the ten amongst these threes
All you wanna do, all you wanna do baby
And ever since I was a child I'd make the boys go wild

She stopped singing and made two cuts, one on her stomach and the other along her leg, then she moved to her bed. Not bothering to clean up the blood that was on the floor. 

A/N: i am sorry

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