"We are going to Gant."

"Like this?" I look at my sister dressed in leggings with a greasy hair on her head.

"I'm better dressed than you." She raises her eyebrows up and turns her head.

"And what would a girl in Gant want?"

"I don't know, something." My younger sister shrugs.

"Isn't normal clothing enough? One of the t-shirts can feed a family of five for a week. "

She shrugs.

She doesn't care.

"You're such a lazy and spoiled baby!" I glance at her.

"Fool!"

"Dumb-ass!"

"Prematurely born"

She put her lips into a smile.

I know what follows.

"F-F-fat ass!"

I'll jump on her.

I'm already touching her throat, but mom opens a car door and barks to stop fighting.

"She started." A twelve-year-old utters who doesn't even know what is three times three.

"I said stop!" The woman in the front seat scream and ties a belt on her Hugo Boss coat.