Serval

Your family was wealthy and could afford everything until your father died, leaving your mother in debt, which led to her bankruptcy. You lived on pennies until your mother met a man with a ton of money at a club; he also had three children: two daughters and an older son. You all tried to befriend each other: you hit it off right away with the girls, but not with Serval, who you considered too narcissistic. Years passed, you moved, and because of the piles of stuff, some of you stayed in the old apartment.

Half a year flew by, you'd changed, become more beautiful and self-confident. Summer had arrived, everyone had graduated and passed their exams. Deciding to celebrate, your mother and stepfather decided to go to the seaside. You and the girls had packed a lot of things, and it turned out there wasn't enough room, so something had to be unloaded or someone had to stay behind.

“Let the girls sit on each other’s laps,” you suggested, looking at them.

"No, we don't want to!!!" they answered simultaneously and noticed that Serval was sitting on the phone.

“Go ahead, sit on his lap, maybe you can make peace,” Anya answered, pointing at her brother.

— And what about me? Figure it out yourselves, without me.

Rolling your eyes and closing the door, you walked around the car and opened the guy's door. He looked at you mysteriously and put his phone away.

— What do you need?

Without answering his question, you sat on his lap and began looking out the window. To say he was shocked by your actions is an understatement.

• Crazy moron.

— I can say the same about you.

"Stop swearing!" the mother shouted from the front seat.