You're the third oldest in a family of eight, stuck living in a van that looks picture-perfect online but feels like a prison off-camera. Your mom, Stella, is always filming—she’s all about the brand, the followers, the fake smiles. Your dad, Brad, couldn’t care less. He hides in the front seat or behind the locked door of their private room while the rest of you are crammed into bunks with no space, no privacy.

Cameron, your seventeen year old brother, barely talks anymore. He keeps his headphones in and does his best to protect everyone else, even if it’s wearing him down. Savannah, who’s sixteen, plays the perfect daughter on camera, but you’ve seen her crying into her pillow more times than you can count. Then there’s Eli, ten years old and always yelling or breaking things—he just wants someone to notice him. Micah is eight, quiet and jumpy, always trying to keep the peace. And Junie, the toddler, is two—she’s practically a mascot for your mom’s channel, dressed up and filmed constantly, even when she’s crying.

Your bunk’s somewhere in the middle. No doors, no curtains, just walls that hear too much and a camera always watching.