EAMR: Okay, I know I can't stick to one story at a time but my other one just wasn't as magnificant as I first thought. So instead, I'm replacing it with this! It had the Majestics in it! It's very majestic! Ha ha, no. Yeah, so I'll be working on this story for a while and instead of waiting for a bunch of fat asses to click the stupid 'reply' button, I'll just post as I go. . I'm so kind towards others. So here's the story!

Disclaimer:I have made a poem for this special occasion. (Okay, so this poem isn't mine, but I can't really remember who wrote it so...) Ahem.

Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Me no own,
And you no sue!

With a groan I rolled over on my denim and jaguar bed and searched blindly for the beeping nuisance. After a few tries I finally found the snooze button and slammed my fist on it, making the noise cease. I sighed with relief and attempted to drift back to sleep, but to no avail. The beeping noise began again and I hit the clock once more.

Too bad that didn't work either. The stupid alarm turned back on –God knows how. I sat up furiously with my dark, purple-burgundy hair flying in every direction. I shot a glare towards the clock and grabbed the stupid thing. I tugged at the wire and tore it out from its socket. I watched with an evil grin as the red light faded.

But by some retarded miracle the red light came back on and the beeping started again. "This thing is possessed!" I shouted angrily as I threw the silver alarm clock at the wall. It cracked in half and the beeping dyed out. With a laugh of accomplishment, I pulled the covers back over my head. "Heh, stupid clock thinks it can outsmart me?" I mumbled as I snuggled my head on my soft, cotton pillow.

A noise began ringing in my ears a few seconds later and my silver eyes shot open. "For fucks sake!" I shouted irritably, throwing the covers off, making the cold air meet my tan skin. I towered over the cracked alarm clock which beeped dimly. I picked it up and tapped the glass of it – like that did any good. It just made the beeping even louder.

With a growl I gripped the clock and threw it outside. "Burn in Hell!" I screamed out the window while shaking my fist as a few people, taking a morning walk, stared. But once they noticed who was causing the noise they shrugged and shook their heads.

"I hate mornings," I mumbled slamming the shutters close. I thought about heading back to bed but decided against it seeing as I was already wide awake. With a heavy yawn I stepped out into the large hallway of the Jurgen Manor.

Yes, I live with the all great and mighty Robert Jurgen. In fact he's my older brother. Whoop-de-freakin-do. Sure he's famous, and rich, and has really cool looking hair… okay maybe not the hair part, but just because he's famous and rich doesn't make him nice. He's a grade-A jerk off. He talks weird too. I mean, who on Earth says uncouth? Aside from my brother, no one.

And why is he so pale? I mean, look at me! I'm pretty tan, not to mention short. Why am I short when he's like ten feet tall, too? Even his French friend is taller than me! Life's not fair, lemme tell ya.

Back to my point. Wait… what was I talking about before I started ranting about my stupid brother? Oh right! Yeah, not many people even know Robert has a little sister. (And I'm not little by the way. Just… height deprived. And he's not that much older too! He's only two years older, making me fourteen. Oh yeah baby! The big one-four! Oh right, the story.)

You see, I've never been really good at beyblading. In fact, I suck ass at blading. That's why he got the family bitbeast and blah, blah, blah. I'm sure he's said a few things about his history. (With out mentioning me might I add?) And even though I hate him so much, I still love him. It's a very complicated combination. I still cheer him and his little buddies on at their competitions. Not to mention, I help them celebrate, too. Yeah, so basically what I'm saying is that he's famous, I'm not. The End! Wasn't that a pleasant story? It must be because you're still reading it, aren't you? Of course you are. Ha! I gotcha there. Heh heh. Now back to my world.

My feet patted against the soft hallrug that covered the cold tile as I stumbled to walk. I still wasn't entirely used to walking just yet. As my brain started waking up, my balance got slightly better. I moaned and held my stomach as it growled noisily. "Food!" my poor tummy screamed at me, "Gimme food!" I stuck my tongue out with my eyes halfway open as I headed towards the large staircase.

I sloppily staggered down the stairs, almost tripping every two steps I took. I dragged myself into the kitchen and plopped lazily on the kitchen chair.

"Hello Maddie," Gustav said with a smile, "Shall I bring you your breakfast?"

"Oh yes, please!" I replied, almost begging.

With a laugh he nodded and went to fulfill his duty.

Heh heh, I said duty. Get it? Duty, doodie? Ha ha, I'm funny. Oh right, yeah, Gustav likes me better because I actually treat him like a person while Robert… well he's just Robert. A.k.a: a faggot. I let Gustav call me by my nickname and I also give him days off too without Robert knowing.

A few moments later Gustav walked in with the usual breakfast – bacon, cereal, eggs, toast, and freshly squeezed orange juice. He knows I like oranges.

"Pull up a chair Gustav," I ordered, munching on a piece of bacon. We liked to converse at the beginning of the days. Robert says that I shouldn't, but since when do I listen to him?

"So Gustav, whatcha got planned for the day?" I asked sipping at my orange juice.

"Oh just the usual," he answered with a shrug, "Being a slave to your brother."

"Yeah, he can be a real pill. Hm… when was the last time I gave you a break?"

"About three days ago," Gustav replied, "Why?"

"Three days eh? That's three to many! I say it's time for another one," I said with a wink.

"Robert may get suspicious on how many chores you have set out for me."

"I'll just tell him that it's that time of month. It stops the questions immediately," I stated as me and Gustav laughed.

"You're too kind Maddie," he said with a smile.

"I know, I'm a saint," I said with an angelic expression.

"I wouldn't go that far," Gustav laughed.

"Yeah, I figured as much. Well have fun at the beach," I said with a wave, "I mean at WalMart."

A few minutes after Gustav left, I finished my morning meal and washed my dish. It was time to go do what I do best – bug the Hell outta Robert and his little palsies.

I walked back up the stairs and into my room to change into my day cloths. Digging through my closet, I hit the fashion jackpot.

I slipped on a green tank top with a short tanjacket over it with thin white, and light pink stripes, a light denim skirt with baggy pockets on the front with a loose brown belt with bullets on top of it, dark and light forest green striped stockings, and brown boots that stop right below my calves.

I checked the mirror, and I looked drop-dead sexy. Oh yeah! I should join the egotistical club. I think Robert's already a member. Maybe he's their leader? Heh, that's funny.

Now that I was wide-awake, I was wound up and a bit on the hyper side. Perfect. That was just the thing that got under Robert's ugly, pale skin. He could go for some lotion, too while were on the subject. I have some coconut lotion in my bathroom. Maybe that'll – oh yeah, I got off topic again, didn't I? That just comes along with the short attention span. It's like a two-for-one deal dude! Anyways.

I headed back down the stairs, and it felt like I was going to be going up and down these stairs all day from what it looked like. I walked down another long corridor searching for my target. A few moments of tracking, I finally found it. Turning the knob, I prepared my attack.

"Hello Robert!" I shouted in a sign-song voice with an enormous grin. My brother jumped up in his stupid looking armor from shock and glared at me as the others just looked.

"Madison! Can't you see we're training!" he shouted angrily as his beyblade fell to its side.

"Oh Robert, you're so mean to me. All I wanted to do was help!" I lied dramatically, "Can't a little girl love her big brother?" With that comment I gave him the biggest puppy-dog eyes in the world. I was an acting genius.

"Robert! How could you be so cruel?" Enrique asked falling for my little performance. He always was one of the denser people in the world.

"Yeah? How could you be such a big bully?" I question with a fake sob.

"It's just a trick," Robert stated folding his arms and rolling his eyes. I knew exactly what he was going to say next. My little sister is so uncouth.

"My little sister is so uncouth." Heh heh, I knew it.

"I dunno," Oliver said looking at me, "She looks pretty convincing."

"She takes acting classes," Johnny sneered. He always had to ruin things for me.

"Okay fine," I said returning back to normal, "I was making most of it up. But I still wanna hang with you guys."

"And just why is that?" Robert asked with the same tone as Johnny.

"Because I don't have anyone else to hang out with," I said quietly, "You always get to go places and meet a bunch of cool people while I'm stuck by myself."

The boys thought it over for a few seconds.

"I don't mind."

"We know you don't mind Enrique," Johnny said rolling his eyes.

"No he's right, what's wrong with another person joining us?" Oliver asked. I loved that guy. He was always so sweet.

"Nothing," Robert started. Whoa, my brother didn't care if I hung out with him? That's weird.

"But there is something wrong with having my little sister joining us." I knew it was too good to be true.

"I'm with Robert on that. I'm not having a girl follow us like a lost puppy," Johnny declared, emphasizing on the girl part. God he gets on my nerves.

"So that's two against one," Robert stated.

"But there're four of you!" I declared.

"Yeah, but Enrique's vote doesn't count," Johnny said with a smirk.

"Fine," I huffed, "I'll go find some people to chill with."

I headed towards the door. "Robert, you and Johnny are dickholes!"

With that I slammed the heavy door making the boom echo through the halls.

If the guys didn't want me around, then fine. I bet a lot of people would love to have me for a friend. But who?

EAMR: Don't you all just love Maddie's awesome story telling powers? I know I do! Man, the first chapter turned out to be a lot longer than I expected. Took up five pages on Word. Please review!