inspired by
@rosieposie87 ‘s comment about Carries next book being the Holiday rip off… I have wrote the first chapter
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Bonnie Glitter was sad! It was New Years Day and her beloved Robbie Red had left her after five long years… he’d told her he didn’t want marriage but she’d thought she was the exception!! She wasn’t like those other girls… how dare he not pick her!!! And now he was swanning around with Salmonella Grapevine, some HUSSY who liked basic girl things like Harry Styles and PSLs and handbags that didn’t look like a child’s drawing. She sobbed and sobbed until she had used all of her tissues.
Sighing she turned on her phone and opened Instagram, she opened stories and took a picture of her crusty tissues.
“I love Kleenex!” She cried as she tagged the brand.
Bonnie was a poor working class woman, who’d suffered greatly as she had to go to a private school with other children rather than having one on one tuition with a risen William Shakespeare and Brian Cox so she deserved free things. Her parents only had a few hundred thousand. Not like the other girls whose parents had a million. She tagged Waitrose and then reluctantly tesco and asda as she was open to tissues bought by the peasant masses .
Suddenly as if by magic she saw a post from a girl asking for a house swap for the post holiday bit that feels like it’s 82 years long.
Usually Bonnie had a dislike towards females. Females were boring and liked pink and having their nails done. Bonnie was quirky and had rare hobbies like reading. Bonnie doubted Robbie’s hussy Salmonella Grapevine could read. She probably just read things like hello magazine and Youtuber books. Not like Bonnie who read high brow literature like Tattle and Guru Gossiper.
She shook the thoughts of Salmonella from Argos logo coloured head and dabbed more of her tears away from her rare brown eyes and turned to her platonic friend Oprah McMichelleObama. Bonnie knew nothing about Oprah except that she was a black woman. She had in fact never asked her name.
Oprah opened her lips to speak only for Bonnie to hold a hand up “One minute! Is it praise of me or exposition. Because I don’t want to hear it if it’s anything else”. Oprah shrugged and left the room. She was actually called something else but that didn’t matter. Only Bonnie mattered. Oprah disappeared into the same void as Love the transwoman from the weird book about a plane blowing up and a woman running across london like she’d escaped day release and the gay nanny from the Carrie x Pete fanfic.
“that was weird!” Exclaimed Bonnie to the void Oprah had just walked through. “Oh well, more time to finally talk about what matters. Me!” She grinned happily
the next day she remembered the post and messaged the other girl who does not get a name because
no one Bonnie would not care.
It was set. Bonnie was going to swap houses with whatshername