This is a story about a girl called Clover. She has always been a total drama diva. She is sometimes selfish and rude. She wants advice and wants to know wether she is a bully of not. She needs other people's opinions.
My name is Clover and I am fifteen. I have blonde hair that shines in the sunlight and white skin that is gorgeously tanned. I don't have any siblings and I live with my rich parents: Debbie and Carl. We live in a large house which has been easily mistaken for a mansion. It has four floors. The top floor is mine. Mum gave it to me when we moved in. Some people call me a spoiled brat. Me? Never. I'm a rich spoilt brat. Duh. I mean, I need a room for my designer clothes, one for my bedroom and one where I keep my Persian cat: Chloe. My bedroom is beautiful and I have an amazing view of our huge garden. We only have this much money, because my dad owns his own company and mum is a retired model. I go to a posh secondary school: Heather Hights which has its own Starbucks in the cafeteria. It also has two built in swimming pools; one for the boys and one for the girls. We have a tennis court in the yard as well. Life is heavenly. Apart from the fact that there no McDonalds in town. Depressing, huh? Well, I've told you about my family and where I live. Let's move on.