Olivia’s POVI kind of hated my birthday.So much food surrounded birthdays. Cake and ice cream and fancy birthday dinners. It was repulsive. I didn’t know if it was anxiety and the thought of food, but I was absolutely sick to my stomach leading up to the birthday week. I wasn’t even throwing up on purpose anymore. I had told Riley I had a stomach bug, even though I wasn’t sure if it was true. It at least allowed me to throw up without turning on the shower and limited my food intake. I was currently eating soup and crackers. A perfectly small meal. I was feeling good. I wanted to look perfect in all of my birthday outfits. “Are you sure we should actually do this whole birthday weekend thing?” Riley asked. “Yes of course we should. It’s tradition for the Fab FOUR, you know?”“Yeah, but you’re clearly sick. You should go to a doctor.”“I will after birthday week babe. This isn’t only important to me, it's important to the other girls too. I can’t let them down.”“Fine, but you ha
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