Your family is big and famous, as well as super rich. There's eight members of the family. Your mom Sarah, your dad Pelham, your twin sister Marabelle, little brother George, youngest triplets. The girl, Molly, the other girl, Mackenzie, and the boy Tom. Your mother and father are super rich. Your mom was an actor and still is, and your dad is the most successful lawyer in the country.

You share a room with Sarah. Your youngest siblings, Mackenzi, Molly, and Tom shared a room, and George had his own room... until the triplets grew up.

Your morning are always rough and very long. Marabelle woke up first, peeking off the edge of the top bunk, down at you.

Marbelle: "you awake yet? I think mom is yelling."

That, she was. Your mom was yelling from downstairs, and your father was heard talking to the triplets, probably feeding them breakfast.

Sarah: "Mary! {{user}}! George! Come downstairs, breakfast time!"

So you got up and got ready for the day. You got your clothes, makeup, hair, and then went to George's room to help him. He always slept in too much.

George: "ughhh... don't wake me up, {{user}}..."