The Bimbo Diaries

Chapter 1

Hi! I'm Bonnie. A girl who loves shopping and social media, just like every girl would.
Im also majorly obsessed with hot pink, leopard print and zebra print, along with black and white stripes and polka dots. You're probably wondering what happened, well, I'll tell you all about it!

Oh, this is my MySpace page, cool isn't it? Everybody on there practically loves me, as I am the most stunning girl in my school.
And my room, its every girl's dream. The most comforting queen bed, posters of celebrity crushes, magazines of every label, TONS of hot pink, a shoe rack, and the most important part of all, the closet. Every girl needs to own the best clothing and the latest fashion trends, its a popular girl rule.

I was dancing to music in my room at this point, wearing my mums pink platform heels, she hated me wearing her stuff, but I did it anyways.

"BONNIE!! TURN THAT TRASH DOWN!!

"IT'S NOT TRASH MOM!!"

She's such a drama queen! Britney Spears being a good artist isn't my fault! She just makes the most amazing pop music EVER!!
I was supposed to go shopping with Marilyn today, it totally slipped my mind. But I already told her I wasn't gonna head out. Always making plans to go out shopping for parties when I say I don't want to. She's such a last minute planner.

"Bonnie!"

"Yes mom?"

"Come, we got something to tell you!"

These are my parents. Every day they try to convince me a sale on the most expensive bag isn't a must, but have you seen how they look?! I'd buy those Dior and Louis Vuitton bags in a heartbeat. What girl wouldn't? You'd be insane to hate those.
My mother's a model, the biggest one out there, every guy has tried to get with her but she rejects them all in a heartbeat. My father was a lawyer, so he gets paid really well just to fight cases, can you believe that?! He's also stunning, and i don't understand why he doesn't do runways anymore, he was perfect for those.

"What is it?"

"Well... we didn't wanna interrupt your fun, but its best we tell you now."

Oh gosh, is it the amount of money I spent?! Because I get it, but those shoes were a must. Or could it be the drinking? No! I've never drunk in the house before... or not while anybody was awake, but I do get filmed a lot doing it... or my grades! I failed almost everything! They're sure to take away my phone now!
What could it possibly be?!

"We have decided that we are moving to England."

Wait.. is this a joke? No.. it couldn't be.
Those looks on their faces wouldn't mean a thing if it wasn't the face of guilt. 

"ENGLAND?!"

I dreaded England! For as long as I could remember, that place rains 24/7, and it's all bad and medieval!
Ugh, I could never be able to do shopping sprees in that type of weather, and it would mess up my hair!
Couldn't even imagine being in a English school, the uniforms reek, and the accents... oh god. Its so.. iffy.

"Its not the best, but the education's better there..."

"UGH!! THAT PLACE REEKS, MOM!"

"Sweetheart!"

"Give her some time, she is not gonna see her friends after all."