Angel has been abused since her mother died until she ran away before her dad could trade her for a son. But the abuse didn't stop. After she was paced in a foster home with a guy named Henry Manox, she was hurt constantly. Until the most wonderful...
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(That's what she's thought to have looked like)
Lina's POV
"Kitty told us that you want to know what it was like to wake up here, is that true?" I ask. Angie nods. "You sure?" She nods again.
"I want to know what happened. I need to understand what it was like, so I can understand the last part of my dreams." She says.
"It all started when I woke up." I say.
Flashback
I felt a strong pain around my heart and gasp in pain.
"What the? I was just dying. How am I still... wait where am I?" I say. I feel something in my hand that wasn't there before.
Dear Katherine of Aragon,
I know you must have a lot of questions. 'How is this possible', 'Who are you?', 'Why am I here?', 'Where am I?', etc. I'll start with who I am. My name is Lilian Baker, and I'm your guardian angel. You and the other five wives of King Henry VIII—or Henrat, as I know you like to call him, for which God forgives you for—
"SIX WIVES?!" I yell.
have been resurrected into the 21st century. 2018 to be exact. There were so many injustices done to all of you, we know you all deserve a second chance. Tell your stories, prove us right, and make us proud, Lina. Lily P.s. Yes, Anne Boleyn will be here. Don't kill her. She's had a really rough go of it. P.p.s The thing in your pockets is called a phone. You should be able to work it no problem. The others have them too. P.p.p.s There are a lot of changes, and you have to accept them. For example, same sex relationships are now legal, and if you forget that remember this passage from the Bible; Love thy neighbor as if thee were thyself. God doesn't care about it as long as they don't turn from him.
'God's never lied to me before. If He says it isn't sinful as long as they don't turn from him, it isn't sinful.' I think. I look down. "Good lord, what the hell am I wearing?!" I mentally slap myself for using the Lords name in vain. I hear a scream. It must be my motherly instincts kicking in, but I get up despite the pain and find the panicked screams are coming from next door.
"Lizzie, ça ira! Maman t'aime! Maman t'aime de tout son cœur plus que tout!" (Lizzie, it'll be fine! Mummy loves you! Mummy loves you with all her heart more than anything!) I hear a familiar voice say. I recognize something about the voice, but I can't make out why it's familiar. I knock and you'll never guess who I saw on the other side of the door.
