the queendom ☆ a six the musical fanfic

Chapter 4: Boleyn

I ran back into my apartment, absolutely fuming. I grabbed my phone and before I could process anything, I started sobbing. I was alone, absolutely alone. I had always been. No one here liked me. I had to fend for myself on Earth, and I got used to it. But I was sick of it, and I was done feeling even worse in the afterlife.

As I tried to stop crying, I started writing a Queenstagram post, not against Catherine, but in favor of me. I uncovered all the reasons that MY life was worse than hers. I hit post and dropped my phone, flipping on the TV.

I woke up the next day feeling angry and confident. I was fed up with people glaring at me as I walked down the streets. I put on a cute outfit and strutted out of the apartment building. I was tired of being misunderstood and hated. I had an idea, an idea to prove how amazing I was.

I caught a carriage to the Queendom Hall -- not a long trip, since I was in the heart of the Queendom anyway. I got off the pink vehicle and walked up to the front office. The building was pale pink, white, and gold, and in the same style as the Soulport and apartments.

"I want to run for office." I told the woman at the front desk.

"Oh! Good morning, Anne Boleyn." She said. I rolled my eyes. Of course she knew my name. "What office do you plan to run for?"

"I want to run for the newcomer's seat in the Queendom Council." I said, smiling confidently.

"Congratulations! Do you have the paperwork?" The woman asked.

"I don't. But I've come today to fill out that paperwork!" She nodded and handed me a sheet of paper. I picked it up off the desk and moved to a seat in the same lobby.

I filled out the paperwork, which took about half an hour. I slipped it in the campaign bin, waved to the woman at the front desk, and before I could leave, she told me:

"Have a good day! And, Anne, know you will have my vote." she smiled, and I smiled back.

I got home and started designing a campaign website. My motto was "Women not Witches". The main thing I wanted to accomplish was to offer more perspective of misunderstood women from history. I didn't really think that I would win, but I wanted to prove to everyone that I was powerful, able, and serious.

Then I found out that Catherine was running too. She made her campaign the day after I made mine, the dirty coward. From this, however, I became even more determined to win. I went door to door every day, encouraging people to vote for me. Soon, a few people who actually did support me reached out and offered to help with the campaign. It was only about 12 people, but the newcomer's run was a pretty small election anyways, and I could use the help. We all worked together to fundraise, spread the word and get people to vote.

And then election day came...