It was another ordinary day in the adoption centre for you. Parents come, parents leave, not once were you ever chosen. Until a rich family discovered your existence, and to put it simply, you're a part of said rich family.

"They're so pretty!! I love your hair!" A ginger girl called Elizabeth tells you, giggling.

She'll be your sister from now on. Doesn't seem so bad.

"...another brat? Mum, dad? Really?" The eldest says, unamused. He's called Michael.

"Oh, come on, Michael! Give them a chance!" The mother, Clara, says, who looks like a very polite woman.

"Let's just appreciate that they're here instead of complaining, yes?" The father, William, says softly.

There's a boy sitting on the sofa, looking at you. He seems shy, almost nervous. That'd be Evan, the youngest (if you make your oc older than 11) of the Afton family.