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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 140
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It’s eerily silent when I wake up on the morning of my birthday.

There’s no usual rumble of the morning kettle
for mom’s coffee. Jack isn’t whooping when he discovers more diamond in mine craft. It’s silent, and for the Greene family that is practically unheard of, especially on
a birthday.

The tradition is that mom wakes me up loudly to open my presents, and then I get the responsibility of choosing what we do for the day.

We never stray from that tradition, so can someone please tell me why it’s so
creepily quiet? They could still be asleep, I suppose, but I frown as I glance over at the clock. It’s 9:15am and mom
is an extremely early riser.

There’s no way they can be
asleep…

They must be awake, and if I know my family as well as I think I do, they’re up to something.

I slide out of bed suspiciously, trying to make as little sound as possible so as not to draw attention (which is almost impossible with my crutches).

I awkwardly hop across the landing to Jack’s room, and as I suspected, the room is vacant. What the hell? His bed is even made: and
if that’s not a sign for concern, then I don’t know what is.

I frown and disappear back into my own room,
uncomfortable with the silence thickening the air.

I’m not stupid: there’s something strange going on.

Maybe this is a huge prank show and I’m going to be broadcasted all over television when I go downstairs. Maybe they have
cameras on me right now. I straighten my back and tuck one of my frizzy curls behind my ear at the thought.

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I should have a shower.

I limp over to the bathroom and strip quickly, running the water warm and using my favourite scented body wash.

It’s so hard to shower with an injured foot, let me tell you now.

I have to sit down on the floor and swing
my bad leg out of the cubicle, which is more than a little uncomfortable.

But hey, it’s my seventeenth birthday…

I’m finally as old as all of my friends.

I get a small fluttery feeling inside of me at the thought, and I can’t help the smile that curves my lips. I wonder where mom and Jack are.

They must be downstairs, they wouldn’t leave
me on my birthday would they? Realisation seeps into my features. Maybe Mom took Jack out to get me a present or something- Jack tends to leave things until the very last minute. Yeah, that’s got to be it.

With this reassurance in mind, I wrap myself in a giant fluffy towel and step out of the shower.

As soon as I’m dressed, I glance over at my phone- not surprised to see that I already have a few Facebook notifications and messages.

A segment of Violets’ message stands out clearly on my lock screen, all capitalised for emphasis.

She always has been one to
make a huge deal out of my birthday.

Violet is hashtag amazeballs:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING BIRTHDAY, AND I LOVE YOU SO MUCH BABY.
I’LL SEE YOU LATER!


I smile, tapping a quick reply. My best friend is so weird.

Joe, Natasha, Chase and even Dylan have all texted me wishing me a happy birthday. Should I be so disappointed that Alec hasn’t yet? I shrug and put it to the back of my mind.

I’m just being pathetic and over- reacting. He’ll text later, right? Once I’m dressed and presentable, I begin to head downstairs.

The steps creak dauntingly beneath my
crutches, and I wince at the loud sound. I don’t
understand…if Jack and Mom are down here, how can they be so silent? I finally hit the ground of the hallway, peering around suspiciously. Yeah there’s no doubt about
it; they must have gone to the shops. There’s no way mom could keep Jack quiet for this long. I run a hand through my newly straightened hair, glad that I’ve made at least a little effort for my seventeenth, even if nobody is
around to see it.

They’ll be back soon anyway.

I swing open the door to the lounge, jumping a little bit when I see Violet standing in the centre of the room waiting for me. “Happy birthday Riley!” She cheers loudly.

As if on cue, Mom and Jack jump out from behind the couch with a large whoop and I take a startled step backwards in surprise.

As I realise what this actually is, a
smile graces my features and I begin to laugh. Okay, so it isn’t the most grandeur of surprise parties, but it’s the thought that counts, yeah? And right now, my thoughts
are focused on the fact that my surprise party consists of my mom, my brother and my spunky best friend.

What a social life I lead, ladies and gentlemen. Mom emerges from behind the couch with a grin on her face, leaning forward to cradle my chin and peck me on the cheek.


“Happy birthday, my baby,”
She murmurs, “You’re
growing up so fast.”

“I love you mom,”
I sigh, burying my face into her hair, and the soft smell of perfume and powder that never hesitates to comfort me. Every word is true.

What a cheesy sap I am. After a second, I release her and pull back, ready to face the life-threatening excitement of my
best friend.

Release Violet.


“Riley!”
Violet darts towards me in less than a second, her slender arms suffocating me into a tight embrace, or chokehold as I like to refer to it as. “Were you surprised?”

She asks me in a teasing tone, and I roll my eyes as I pull back from her arms, my need for oxygen making itself
known.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.”

“Well good, because the party is only beginning,”
Violet grins, “The others are coming round in about half an
hour, okay?”
She glances over at my mom, “We set it all
up.”


I turn to my mom, mouth dropping open. “You organised this?” A party.

I’m having a party.

Mom nods, wringing her fingers with excitement, and I turn back to Violet with my eyes still wide from the news.

They’ve organised a party for me. “Who’s invited?” I ask her, “What are we doing?”

“Well we haven’t organised anything big, because obviously we had quite short notice so everyone’s just coming round here to hang out and stuff. There’s the guys, Natasha, Martin and a couple of others,”
She lists, counting from her dark manicured fingers, “You’ll love it, I promise! Are you excited?” She grabs my hands and grins, beginning to jump up and down happily.


“Yeah definitely,”
I nod enthusiastically. “Thank you so
much!”


I’m having a birthday party.

Why do I feel like this is going to end badly?

*~*~*

“Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to Riley, happy birthday to you!”


I blow out the candles to my cake, feeling a blush burn my cheeks as I’m conscious of everyone watching me.

Is it bad that I’m looking forward to eating the cake more than I am unwrapping my presents? Probably.

I glance up as my friends begin to clap, as though blowing out seventeen candles is a trick that I’ve mastered or something.

I’m seventeen, and it’s my birthday. Well,
here’s to remember the day I was expelled from a uterus and graced the earth with my charming presence. Now that’s something I can raise my glass to.

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